THE CURSE OF EXCALIBUR: a gripping Arthurian fantasy (THE MORGAN TRILOGY Book 2) by Lavinia Collins
Authors: Lavinia Collins
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stare back, looking for the others. I saw him cast a wary, suspicious eye on Nimue, and then gaze back out at the woods.
“Arthur,” I asked softly, “where are the others?”
He did not answer. His face was dark with concern, and I wondered then how he had managed to lose the Queen so quickly in the forest.
Others came back slowly. Uriens came next, with the mousey-haired serious youth whose name was Percival, and after that Ector, who was the only one who did not bear a dark look back from the forest. I supposed that Ector was older than the rest, and had suffered much already. The visions of the wood would not have frightened him as they had the others. We all stood tensely, waiting and watching for when the rest would return. I had a very uneasy feeling about it all, as though Nimue was involved in something dark that I could not understand. The Queen, Kay, Gawain and Pellinore – who was a northern vassal-king who I had heard had been the one to kill Lot in battle – were still in the woods. I glanced at Nimue. She was still watching with rapt attention. I wondered what else she saw when she looked. It was as though she could see right into the woods.
At last, as the sun was beginning to sink down in the sky, out of the woods came Gawain, and Kay and the Queen riding on the same horse. Kay sat behind her, and I could not tear my eyes away from his hand, pressed against the stomach of her vest. I was surprised that Arthur did not notice, but he and Nimue ran forward to meet them, and I saw the Queen slip from the horse into Arthur’s arms. They were talking to each other, but I could not hear, and I turned away. The whole thing had given me a deeply unsettled feeling.
I walked up to Morgawse’s room, but I stopped before going in, because I could hear, through the open door, her sons inside. Gawain, more favoured by Arthur than the others for his part in the war, had been the only one on the hunt, and he was telling his brothers about it. I could hear, as I crept closer, that he was talking about the Queen.
“Well, I just found her wandering around on her horse all on her own. I don’t know why Arthur had left her. But,” Gawain made a low noise of frustration, half like a growl, “what she was wearing – is that what Bretons wear? I don’t remember seeing any young girls dressed like that in the war. It’s like she doesn’t know what men see when they look at her. And she was just there, on her own. Well, I got hold of her horse, and she was right there in front of me and – if she had been any man’s wife other than Arthur’s I would have just pulled her from the horse and –”
“Gawain.” I heard Aggravain’s voice cut sharply through his brother’s, and Gawain fell silent. “Think such things if you must, but you should not say them. Not even to us. Not about any man’s wife, and especially not about Arthur’s. For my part, I think it’s ridiculous. She’s just an ordinary woman.”
“She was supposed to be my wife, do you remember that?”
“Yes, Gawain.” Aggravain answered his brother more sharply still. “And then you lost the war, and you surrendered to Arthur, so everything that was once yours and mine is now his. I, for one, am pleased enough with things as they are. Arthur is a good King, and a brave warrior. I was growing tired of Lothian. Besides, you would not have had her as your wife for sure. I heard the mother hated you.”
“She was a bitch,” Gawain said, but he sounded sulky and defeated.
I could hear Gaheris talking, but I could not make out his words. His voice was lighter than his brothers’, his tone more careful. He was the handsome one of the brothers, and I supposed that Lot must have been handsome in his youth, before his cruelty came out in his looks. I did not find my affection came as easily for Gaheris as it did for my other nephews, and it was because of his resemblance to his father.
I decided that I had to see the new Queen for myself.
“Arthur,” I asked softly, “where are the others?”
He did not answer. His face was dark with concern, and I wondered then how he had managed to lose the Queen so quickly in the forest.
Others came back slowly. Uriens came next, with the mousey-haired serious youth whose name was Percival, and after that Ector, who was the only one who did not bear a dark look back from the forest. I supposed that Ector was older than the rest, and had suffered much already. The visions of the wood would not have frightened him as they had the others. We all stood tensely, waiting and watching for when the rest would return. I had a very uneasy feeling about it all, as though Nimue was involved in something dark that I could not understand. The Queen, Kay, Gawain and Pellinore – who was a northern vassal-king who I had heard had been the one to kill Lot in battle – were still in the woods. I glanced at Nimue. She was still watching with rapt attention. I wondered what else she saw when she looked. It was as though she could see right into the woods.
At last, as the sun was beginning to sink down in the sky, out of the woods came Gawain, and Kay and the Queen riding on the same horse. Kay sat behind her, and I could not tear my eyes away from his hand, pressed against the stomach of her vest. I was surprised that Arthur did not notice, but he and Nimue ran forward to meet them, and I saw the Queen slip from the horse into Arthur’s arms. They were talking to each other, but I could not hear, and I turned away. The whole thing had given me a deeply unsettled feeling.
I walked up to Morgawse’s room, but I stopped before going in, because I could hear, through the open door, her sons inside. Gawain, more favoured by Arthur than the others for his part in the war, had been the only one on the hunt, and he was telling his brothers about it. I could hear, as I crept closer, that he was talking about the Queen.
“Well, I just found her wandering around on her horse all on her own. I don’t know why Arthur had left her. But,” Gawain made a low noise of frustration, half like a growl, “what she was wearing – is that what Bretons wear? I don’t remember seeing any young girls dressed like that in the war. It’s like she doesn’t know what men see when they look at her. And she was just there, on her own. Well, I got hold of her horse, and she was right there in front of me and – if she had been any man’s wife other than Arthur’s I would have just pulled her from the horse and –”
“Gawain.” I heard Aggravain’s voice cut sharply through his brother’s, and Gawain fell silent. “Think such things if you must, but you should not say them. Not even to us. Not about any man’s wife, and especially not about Arthur’s. For my part, I think it’s ridiculous. She’s just an ordinary woman.”
“She was supposed to be my wife, do you remember that?”
“Yes, Gawain.” Aggravain answered his brother more sharply still. “And then you lost the war, and you surrendered to Arthur, so everything that was once yours and mine is now his. I, for one, am pleased enough with things as they are. Arthur is a good King, and a brave warrior. I was growing tired of Lothian. Besides, you would not have had her as your wife for sure. I heard the mother hated you.”
“She was a bitch,” Gawain said, but he sounded sulky and defeated.
I could hear Gaheris talking, but I could not make out his words. His voice was lighter than his brothers’, his tone more careful. He was the handsome one of the brothers, and I supposed that Lot must have been handsome in his youth, before his cruelty came out in his looks. I did not find my affection came as easily for Gaheris as it did for my other nephews, and it was because of his resemblance to his father.
I decided that I had to see the new Queen for myself.
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