Cavall in Camelot #1 by Audrey Mackaman

Author:Audrey Mackaman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2018-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

GLESS HADN’T ANSWERED HIS QUESTIONS, BUT hopefully Edelm would.

Anwen continued to fuss over his paw, until Cavall reminded her why they were here and who they were looking for.

“Right,” she said, looking a little embarrassed. “The library is this way.” She directed him to the door at the end of the hall, the one Gless had exited. Cavall barely had time to wonder what his brother might have been doing in the library, because as he entered, he was hit by the scent of musty paper and old smoke.

It turned out a library was a room with shelves along every wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling. And every shelf was stacked with square blocks of all sizes. These blocks smelled of people and parchment and old, old age. These must be the books Anwen had mentioned.

A row of tall, narrow windows illuminated this strange room with warm light from outside. A high-backed chair sat against one of these windows, and seated in this chair—Cavall did a double take—was Gwen, one of the books open in her lap. Whatever was inside that particular book must have been very interesting, because Gwen studied it intently, her eyebrows pulled together in concentration. The white-furred dog lay at her feet. She lifted her head as Cavall entered the room, eyed him for a brief moment, then lay her head back down.

Cavall stood rooted in place. Should he try to talk to her again?

Before he had decided, a voice called out, “My lady.”

Cavall spun to see Lancelot standing in the doorway.

“I’ve been looking for you. I wanted to ask you something.” He stopped when he saw Cavall, then smiled and patted his head. “Funny running into you. Maybe you’ll be able to keep yourself out of trouble for one day.”

Cavall tucked his tail in embarrassment, but Lancelot quickly turned his attention back to Gwen.

“And I see you’re keeping my dog company as well.”

Cavall hadn’t even noticed Edelm lying on the wide windowsill until the old dog raised his head. So, Anwen had been right.

“Are you busy?” Lancelot asked.

Gwen looked up from her book. “I . . . no. Just reading.” She stood, turned, and set the book down on the chair. Then she turned to him and smoothed out her gown. “What did you want to ask me?”

Lancelot ignored her question. “Reading?” He stepped forward, craning his neck to see what she had been looking at. “What are you reading?”

“Oh, just some old fairy tales.” She strode forward and put herself between him and the chair. “Do you remember when Mordred came to live in Camelot?”

“Aye,” he responded, raising a single eyebrow.

“Did he ever . . . ?” She paused and bit her lip. “Does he ever . . . act strangely, do you think?”

Lancelot shrugged. “Lad grew up in the woods. And with a mother like that, who could blame him. Why d’you ask?”

She shook her head. “No reason. Forgive me asking.” She took his arm. “It’s a lovely day outside.

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