“My father wants me to kill you,” Mordred said, as he helped her to shore. “Fortunately, I’m not as stupid as he is.”
“I didn’t… know you cared,” Arfa gasped.
“I won’t claim to like you. But you are my King.”
Tristan, Cai and Guinever met them at the shoreline. Guinever pulled Arfa into a hug so tight she thought her ribs would crack.
“People will sing about this for years,” Tristan said. “The tale of Arfa and the Bronze Knight!”
“Don’t… don’t call it that,” Arfa said. “No titles, not for him. Call it The Lady Of The Lake.”
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