Chapter 44

No man's land separating the opposing armies consisted of a strip of grass-covered rolling terrain a quarter-mile wide and three miles long. Like the Romans, each side organized their units by legions, cohorts, centuria, and squads called contubernium. It's hard to imagine one hundred thousand soldiers facing another hundred thousand, each intent on killing the other. Nevertheless, it was a sobering sight.

King Arthur Pendragon led his Roundtable Knights out to the center of no man’s land. Sir Galahad bore the king’s banner depicting a red dragon on a field of green and white. Merlin rode with us. I had not seen the wizard since coming to Camlann, but I was relieved to see him now.

Not to be outdone, Mordred led a dozen of his knights out to meet with us. “Father,” he greeted.

“Son,” Arthur replied. “What are your intentions?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I intend to kill you and ascend the throne. I will rule the Anglos. Anglo land will be mine.”