“Lila was just repairing my armor,” Arthur said.

“I see,” Emrys said slowly.

“Smith is ill,” Lila said.

“Why do you need armor? Are you riding out?” Sir Ector asked.

Arthur peeled his gaze away from Lila’s hands where she was clutching his hauberk. “The Orkneys have mobilized. Mordred rides at the head of their forces. According to Agravaine, we’ll likely meet at Camlan.”

Sir Ector looked aggrieved. “Can’t one of them do something about their pain of a brother?”

“They’re out questing for the Grail with Galahad,” Emrys said. He cast Lila another suspicious look.

“Perhaps,” Lila said, “I could ride out with you as your page, and on the way we could hire a farm boy to take a message to my father. You cannot spare any men if such great knights are errant.”

“Emrys is usually my squire,” Arthur began.

“With Galahad and the others missing, we can use an extra hand,” Emrys said.

Lila knew they were thinking the same thing; while everyone else was distracted in battle, they could magic her home.

She hoped.