The Undead Queen of Camelot by M.L. Bullock

Author:M.L. Bullock
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PublishDrive

Chapter Ten—Arthur

“Excalibur knows you are here, Guinevere. You hear it call you, don’t you?” I couldn’t hide the tinge of jealousy I felt, but I truly felt no malice toward my wife. I loved Guinevere, but I served Excalibur. And to think the sword longed for her…it was an emotion I could not express. Yet after all this time, I did not put the sword’s fickleness to her blame.

“Yes,” she said as the door closed behind us. “I hear the sword, but it is not as before.” A fire roared in the fireplace; I had ordered it although the night was not all that chilly. My wife felt cold constantly, and I wanted her to feel comfortable. The bed was freshly made, but I tried not to focus on that although I wanted nothing more than to be with her. The feel of her hair in my fingers, those eyes glistening up at me, her mouth open in desire. She kissed my cheek, and I wondered if she had been reading my mind. She had done it before, and I had heard her voice in my head and spoken back too. If she did hear me, she said nothing about it. Why should I be ashamed that I wanted to love my own wife?

Guinevere spun around quickly, and her dark eyes—such strange eyes—betrayed her dismay. “Are you afraid of me, Arthur?”

It would do no good to lie to her. “Yes, Guinevere. I am afraid of you, but I love you and my love is greater than my fear.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am sure.” I removed my tunic and stood before her bare-chested. Excalibur was in the chest just beyond Guinevere, but I had no desire to retrieve it. She knew it was there, and it strummed slightly, like a sort of musical instrument.

“You should be afraid of me, Arthur. I have killed many men, more than you could kill in a hundred lifetimes.” She sat on the edge of the bed, seeming utterly defeated.

I sat beside her and took her hand. “I am sorry I left you. I never wanted to.”

“I am dead, Arthur. I can never bear children, never see the sun. I can never be the Guinevere you knew. Those days are over for me, my king. I am a creature.”

Her words broke my heart. “If you are a creature, then I made you that way. I left you alone with the wolves. I did not want that.”

“And Lochlon and Alwen…do you blame me for them?” Her luminous eyes were brimming with tears.

“Never do I. Never have I. I blame those who betrayed us, dear wife. You were betrayed by many, and there were too many enemies for you to withstand. I do not blame you for anything.”

“But you should hate me, Arthur.” She was on her feet like a wildcat. “You should hate me with an eternal hatred as I hate myself. I failed to serve my king. Hate me! Please! As Merlin does—and Gareth and all those who remember what I have done!”

“Stop this, Guinevere.

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