“We need to leave immediately,” Merlin said.
“How are we supposed to do that with an army surrounding the city?” I gestured out the window. “Besides, your Arthur’s advisor. Aren’t we supposed to stay here and help defend the city?”
“We’re not surrounded yet, nor will they attack for a few days to a week. At least, not till the siege engines arrive. First, they will set up camp, gather boulders to launch at us with their catapults, and then send out patrols to burn and pillage the farmsteads. As far as getting out of the city, leave that to me.” Merlin picked up his saddlebags and headed for the stairway. “We can better serve Arthur by collecting that bat guano.”
“Bat shit?” I followed the druid. “Do you know how crazy that sounds? You’re bat shit crazy.”
“Go grab your things and meet me in the stables, and don’t let yourself be seen by anyone of authority, especially Arthur.”