The Spirit of Nimue (The Return to Camelot #3) by Donna Hosie

Author:Donna Hosie [Donna Hosie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781491021460
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-08-19T00:00:00+00:00

“Just a few minutes,” I called, grabbing a towel. I jumped out of the bath and slipped on the wet floor, stubbing my little toe against the bed post in the process. I must have cried out because Agravaine asked if I was alright, although his Scottish accent was so pronounced I could barely understand him. He sounded so different to Gareth.

“Yes,” I replied, hopping naked around the room. My dirty clothes had been taken away to be cleaned. I had no choice. It was look like a trifle, or go naked.

I opened the door to Agravaine, wearing the vilest dress that only a person sick in the head could have designed.

He bowed. “My humblest apologies for disturbing you, m’lady.”

“That’s okay,” I replied. “Would you like to come in?”

Agravaine’s cheeks flushed. “No, no, m’lady. It would be deemed most inappropriate for me to enter the bedchamber of not only the king’s sister, but also the betrothed of Sir Bedivere.”

Gareth’s brother looked so shocked you would have thought I had asked him to have sex with me. Now I was the one who was embarrassed.

“What do you want to do, then?” I mumbled. I was too mortified to correct his assumptions that I was Bedivere’s fiancé.

Are you sure you don’t like hearing it? Others have said it, and you haven’t corrected them either.

Shut up and keep Merlin out of my head, I thought. Gwenddydd had barely bothered me since Arthur and I had started planning the removal of Nimue and Slurpy from Logres. Apart from the odd constructive idea, she had stayed silent, using her strength to keep Merlin away from my thoughts. Her energies were certainly zapping mine.

Agravaine limped back a couple of steps. “Will you walk with me, Lady Natasha?”

I really didn’t want to leave my room, not until my normal clothes had been returned. I didn’t want to meet anyone while looking like a rejected Christmas fairy that had been dunked in soapy water.

“Can it wait?” I asked Agravaine. “I’m not really properly dressed to be seen by people, you know, with eyes.”

Agravaine looked solemn. “I come to you about my brother, Sir Gareth. I know he is planning to leave Camelot. I am fearful, Lady Natasha.”

“Who have you been speaking to?” I asked sharply.

“I have eyes, Lady Natasha, and they care not for what garment you are wearing, but instead I watch my honourable brother, for I fear he is willingly leaving to his death.”

Agravaine swept his hand back and showed me the stairs down the tower. Around and around we descended in silence.

“I can be trusted, Lady Natasha,” whispered Agravaine, as we reached the bottom. He limped alongside me as we walked along a dimly lit corridor. There was no moonlight streaming through the windows on this side of the castle. Shadows were everywhere.

Biting down on the inside flesh of my bottom lip, I weighed up whether to tell Agravaine about the plan. We would be leaving in one day’s time. What danger would one more

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