Chapter 10

My dagger plunged into the empty air. No sword swung to cleave me in two or descended to split my skull. No adversary stood before me with knife, garrote, or club. Instead, I saw a small figure sitting on my bed in the dim candlelight.

At first, I thought Guinevere had come to pounce on me but quickly quashed that notion. The queen had attempted several ambushes over the past few weeks, but I had successfully avoided her and gaining Margot’s approval. Besides, leaving a lit candle to warn me was not her style. Guinevere preferred total darkness to take a man unawares, and I had to admit, she was expert with her hands and other parts.

I was hoping that the queen had moved on to easier prey. Most of King Arthur’s stories depicted a love affair between Guinevere and Sir Lancelot. Still, I’d seen no indications of a romance or even an attraction between the queen and the half-witted knight.

“Margot?” I sheathed my dagger. “What are you doing here?”