“You must come sit by me,” Summer’s mother said comfortably, catching Mordred’s arm up with hers. Summer herself was left to trail a little forlornly behind to the empty seats between Winter and Laurence. To the other side of Winter a tall, narrow fellow with a mop of curly blond curls offered Mordred a nod, and rose to help Summer into her seat.
“Diolch, Mihangel,” she said softly, patting his hand. “I’m fine. Truly.” She tried not to look too worried as Elisabeth gestured Mordred into the seat on her other side.
He had just gone to pull the chair out for Summer when the blond man reached it and Mordred gave him a smile, pulling out the chair for Lady Elizabeth. “After you my lady.” Once she is seated, he takes his seat, slightly uncomfortable in his position but he doesn’t comment on anything. “Thank you for allowing me into your home.”
“I could hardly fail to honour the knight who brought Summer home when she was most needed.” Elisabeth made sure his cup and plate were filled, and gave him a wise smile. “I hope you two will be able to stay awhile. A few days, at least. Surely King Arthur can spare you for that long?”