Hoping You Could Help

“None?” Emrys asked.

Lila nodded.

The laughter in Emrys’s eyes faded. “Then how did you come to be here?”

“I don’t know,” Lila said. “The last thing I remember, I was walking up the hill away from the castle -”

“The castle where we found you?”


“It still stands in your time?”


“What king lives in the castle?”

“No king,” Lila said. “It stands empty, but for the few students of history who wish to remember the golden age of chivalry.”

Emrys laughed again, but this time the sound was bitter. “If that’s what they think of us, they are fools.”

“In my day, King Arthur and his court at Camelot are considered the greatest era in English history.”

“Arthur?” Emrys echoed. He shook his head, and his face was pale, his eyes sickly bright. “If they knew what lies at the heart of this court, all we have faced to bring it to fruition -”

“Maybe it’s better that they don’t know,” Lila said.

“Aye,” Emrys agreed. After a long silence, he asked, “How will you return?”

“I was hoping you could help.”

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