“Wonderful,” I replied, covering my fear with sarcasm, and then I became scared for my lady. “We must go to Margot.”
“She is safe so long as she stays hidden,” Nimue assured. “Morgan will sense us for our magic and track us.”
“She won’t have to. She’ll know why we’re here and probably go straight to the druid. The witch may even have a more direct route. We need to hurry,”
Nimue nodded. “You go on and free, Merlin. I will distract Morgan.”
“But…” I began, yet she had already turned and, taking three strides, dissolved into mist. The fog that was Nimue sped away and evaporated before rounding the first bend in the passage.