Lila turned the names over in her mind. She knew them from reading Arthurian legends, but then she reflected that most of the legends she’d read hadn’t been originals as much as modern adaptations, and besides, legends got things wrong.

Like Merlin old and with a beard.

Emrys was young and – striking, if not attractive.

“Hengist’s men in the south were giving Arthur trouble,” Guinevere said. “The men now have to fight another battle – in court, with the council. Did you learn women’s work as well as the sword where you came from, Lila?”

“Some,” Lila said. “I can cook. Sort of.” She was adept at using a microwave, she meant. In her defense, she could make some really tasty food in a microwave.

Guinevere led her coterie of women toward the keep. “I have been weaving,” she said, “a cloak. For my husband. Do you weave?”

“No,” Lila said. “I can knit.” She could knit rings, make armor. Then she lit up. “I can repair armor! Does the smith need help? I’ve a good pair of hands.”

The other women stared at her.