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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“I — don’t know.” She glances around. Instinctively, weirdly, she’s managed to move in the direction that Dover lies in, despite still being in Camelot. “It doesn’t matter. Mordred, you lied to him!”
He sighed, pulling his hand from hers. “Summer, what else was I meant to do?”
“Perhaps let me persuade him?” She sighs, scraping one hand back through her hair. “Na, ‘sdim ots. You’ve leave, and it’s early yet. If we go now, we’ll be there tomorrow noon.”