Morgan, Lord of Grass, examined the paper his son had given him.
“The Bronze Knight. You know of him?”
“He’s an outlaw,” Mordred said. “A rogue warlord from Wessex.”
“Can he be bought?”
“Anyone can be bought, father.”
“Can he be killed?”
“Anyone can be killed.”
“Very true.”
“I could take ten spears, kill him before the duel. Arfa would be in your debt.”
“No. As my liege lord, I insist she proves herself.”
Mordred hesitated. “She’ll be killed.”
“She will. And your spears should avenge her. Giving Cornwall the king it should have had all this time.”
“You.”
“Me.”
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