Arfa and the Bronze Knight – Part 1

Arfa’s reflection stared at her from the water of Dozmary Pool. “They say this pool is bottomless.”

“The peasants?”

“Don’t call them that.”

“What?”

“Peasants. Call people peasants and you start treating them like peasants.”

Tristan shrugged. “Does Merlyn say it’s bottomless?”

“I doubt it. I’ll ask her when she’s back from Ireland.”

Hooves clattered on the slope below, and Cai reined in beside them. “There’s a visitor in your hall. He says he wishes to meet the first woman to become King of the Grass, the Moors and the Sea. And… and he says he’s come to kill you.”