Lila blinked. “Your armor, Majesty?”

“Yes,” Arthur said. “We’re riding out in the morning, and my squire said he couldn’t find -”

“Where’s your page?” Lila asked. She couldn’t imagine why a king would hunt his armor on his own. Only she didn’t know much about the middle ages, and she suspected that maybe the nobles were more human than history made them. Or maybe this was just King Arthur. The King Arthur.

“I’m, er, between pages,” Arthur said. “So…are you done manhandling my things?”

“She’s a talented knitter, Sire,” Sir Ector said.

“I wondered why you weren’t with Jenny and the other ladies,” Arthur said. “Have you spoken to the messengers so we can send a runner to your people?”

Lila hadn’t even been aware it was an option. She tried to think up an excuse, and then Emrys appeared, looking disgruntled.

“Sire, no one knows where your hauberk is. Sir Safir would be willing to lend you his -” Then Emrys’ gaze fell on Lila. He said, “Oh.” And he looked highly suspicious.