Reblogged at Freeing My Muse
By the time the Seeker had guided the mother and daughter to the gate and returned to the castle, Dwennon, the impostor, had been take away to the dungeons. Aelfraed had removed his golden, fire-feathered helmet and, with the help of his squire, was shedding his armor by the blazing fire in the hearth. Camus, sitting in a chair by the hearth, was speaking in low voice to the King. Both men turned and looked up as she entered the room.
“Edwena and Megge?” asked Camus rising somewhat unsteadily to his feet.
The Seeker took his arm. “They are well and on their way back to the village.”
Camus breathed in a sigh of relief. He turned to the King and bowed slightly. “Your majesty, this is the Seeker of whom I spoke. Though only a young woman herself and having never seen battle, she was crucial in protecting me…
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