The Black Chalice

Fifty-Eight

She was waiting for them in the forest. He did not need to see her to know she was there.

She smelled like summer.

"My champion," Blodyweth said. She leaned close, kissing his cheek, and he smiled. He could not help himself. Despite everything, despite the savagery of his wounds and the ugliness of the scars they left behind, she could still be tender towards him. Loving.

He offered her the Chalice. "The Kingdom of Summer is safe, my lady. I have kept my promise. I will live out all of my days doing so."

"I never doubted you, my love."

Here endeth the first part of the

Second Book of King Arthur

and his Noble Knights…