(read Part 1 here!)
Cerdwwr arrives at Terrwyn’s pavilion. "I thought you could use an escort," he tells her. She thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs.
He walks her to King Lot’s pavilion. There, she sits down to dinner with Cerddwr and her body double Liam, in front of King Lot and his wife, Morgawse. The woman’s dark beauty is haunting.
"My wife wants to speak with you," Lot says. Terrwyn looks at the woman. A deep darkness in her eyes.
"I want your knight," Morgawse tells her.
Terrwyn doesn’t know what to say.
"I saw him on the field today," she says. "And he impressed me greatly. I will pay well for him. Enough for you to buy five more knights." She looks at Terrwyn’s body double and smiles. As bright and wicked as the moon. "I want him."
Terrwyn shakes her head. "I’m afraid I can’t do that," she says. "He’s been with me for quite a long time and I…"
"I want him," Morgawse says again. "I will have him."
Terrwyn tries to think of a way to politely decline again. Turning down the Queen of Orkney has all kinds of dangerous implications.
Then, Liam speaks up. "I’m in love with Lady Terrwyn," he says. "I cannot leave her."
Morgawse looks at both of them. Then, she smiles. "I shall not pursue my request further, then," she says.
After dinner–a cold, quiet affair–on their way back to the pavilion, Terrwyn thanks the young man. "You did not have to say that," she says.
Cerddwr smiles, "Ah but it would have been so convincing if there was not a seed of truth in your words. Isn’t that true?"
Terrwyn looks at Liam and sees the slightest hint of a blush.
* * *
On the hill behind the tournament, Anwyn stands with Uther. Uther/Cornwall. Uther/Cornwall/Jacob Collins.
"I’m Uther," he says again. "How fascinating."
"Yes," Anwyn tells him. "And it’s time for you to go and sleep with Igraine." Her voice rushes over the words.
He looks back at her. "I don’t think so," he says. "If I do that, I will no longer be the King of All Britain."
Now Anwyn’s heart feels the pangs of fear. "You have to," she says. "If you don’t, this new world doesn’t like you breaking the rules. It will find out and it will punish you."
"How exciting," he says, his smile shining in the moonlight.
She takes a step back. "The world died," she says. "This is the new world. And you have to do what you’re supposed to do."
He takes a step forward. "The world died. Hm." He puts his hand on his chin. "Sounds like a reason to celebrate." His eyes then glow in the darkness. Anwyn recognizes that glow from the old world. Deep beneath the seeming of Uther and Cornwall, Lilith recognizes the eyes of Jacob Collins.
"COME HERE," he tells her. And she steps forward.
"Now, TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES," he says.
Anwyn and Lilith struggle to resist, but her hands begin working. Her mind races. In that world, she thinks, I could not resist him. But in this world, I am an Enchantress of Britain.
"I am an Enchantress of Britain," she says, her hands stopping. "Apprentice to Merlin. Your powers cannot affect me."
Uther/Cornwall/Collins frowns. "Very well," he says. "We will do this the old fashioned way."
Anwyn looks around for help. She’s alone up here on the hill. Not even within shouting distance of the tournament.
So, she runs.
She doesn’t get five steps before he’s pulled her down to the wet grass. She feels a pain in her knee as it smashes into the ground. She screams for help, knowing there is no one to hear. She feels his hands pulling at her clothes.
And then she hears a thump. And his body’s weight falls against her. She pushes him off and looks up.
And she sees Sebastian’s face looking down.
"My Lady," he says. "Are you injured?"
She stands up with his help, kicking the man lying on the ground as she does. "Yes. I’m okay."
Sebastian looks at her.
"I’m fine," she says.
"Who is this villain?" Sebastian asks, turning the body over. He sees the face and takes a step back.
"Jesu’s wounds!" he says. "It is the Duke of Cornwall!"
"Uh," Anwyn sputters. "Uh. No, it’s… I mean, yes it… I mean, we should get him back to his tent."
"I never believed Cornwall could be such a lout!" Sebastian says.
Anwyn tries to think of something to say. "He was drunk," she says. "No harm, no foul, right?"
Sebastian looks confused. "Drunk, my lady?"
"Yes," she says. She recovers her wits and remembers why she was up here to begin with. "He was drunk. And we should get him back to his tent. Right away."
"As a pagan knight, I am bound to serve your will," Sebastian says. "I serve the faith." He lifts the unconscious body and carries it back to the tournament.
Anwyn watches him leave. Then, when he’s out of sight, she runs back to her tent, her hands covering her tears.
* * *
On the way back to her pavilion, Cerddwr and Terrwyn speak.
"I do not trust Uther," she says.
Cerddwr nods. "Nor, do I."
"What do you do in London?" she asks.
"I assist the monks there," he tells her. "In the library."
She turns her head. "Library?" she asks. "I thought there weren’t any books in Britain?"
He frowns. His brow curls. "No, there are many. In London… many…" his voice trails off. "Many… books…"
Then, his eyes light up. "Misty! You have to stop them! They’re going to kill Cornwall!"
And his eyes dim. "I’ve been in London all my life. I’ve heard some say I’m nothing more than a scholar-knight. A city knight." He smiles. "But I am a man of arms, just as the others. The monks need protection, too."
Terrwyn stops walking. "Cerddwr," she says. "Take my hand."
He hesitates. "My Lady, I would not be so bold to presume…"
She shakes her head. "No. I don’t mean that. Take off your glove and take my hand."
He touches the hand with the ring. "I do not know where this came from," he says. "And Merlin will not tell me."
"Trust me," she says.
He takes off his glove. He puts his hand in hers. The rings touch.
His eyes take a different light. "Misty," he says. "Uther plans on killing Cornwall tonight. He’s arranging a secret meeting on the west side of the river. He has a small army there. He’s going to kill Cornwall. If we don’t stop it, there’s going to be war."
Then, his eyes change again. "I was glad to escort you and hope to do so again," he says. He bows. "Have a pleasant evening."
Terrwyn watches him leave. Then, she turns to Liam. "Get the men together. We’re going across the river."
* * *
On top of the hill, surrounded by stones, Brangaine waits for Sebastian. When he arrives, she leaps on him. He winces.
"I was in the tourney today, my love," he says. "Be gentle."
"You’ve never asked me to be gentle before," she tells him.
"Aye," he says. "But I was injured today and that injury was aggravated by carrying the Duke of Cornwall back to his tent."
She looks at him. "Why did you need to carry my uncle back to his tent?"
He hesitates. "I was sworn to secrecy by an Enchantress."
"Anwyn," he tells her.
"She and I are friends. You know that. Tell me."
Sebastian tells her the story. The attack. Clubbing him on the back of the head. The terrified Enchantress. Carrying Cornwall back to his pavilion.
"That doesn’t sound like my uncle," she says.
"It was. I saw it with my own eyes."
Brangaine throws away a dangerous thought and kisses him.
* * *
Later, lying under the moon, lying in his arms, that dangerous thought comes back.
"We should speak to my cousin Tristan."(1)
Together, they get dressed and seek out her cousin. When they find him, he is playing the harp. He smiles when he sees them. "What can I do for my favorite cousin?" he asks.
"Tristam, we need to see the Duke of Cornwall," she tells him. "I do not have the authority to ask, but you do."
"Very well," he says. "I trust it is important."
They nod. He escorts them to the pavilion.
But the guard refuses them entry.
"No," he says. "The Duke of Cornwall is with his wife and they cannot be disturbed."
Tristan turns to them. "Sorry," he says. "That’s one thing I can’t interrupt."
"I understand," Brangaine says. They walk away from the tent.
* * *
Across the river, Terrwyn and her archers approach a small, makeshift camp. There, they find fires and bodies. Among the bodies are the Duke of Cornwall and Meliodas, his chief lieutenant (and Tristan’s father).
Terrwyn orders the bodies be collected and brought back to the tournament. Then, she climbs on her fastest horse and rides.
* * *
Brangaine and Sebastian find Anwyn sobbing. When they ask her what’s wrong, she looks at Sebastian. She tells Brangaine everything.
"He tried to use vampire powers on me," she says.
Sebastian looks confused. "Vampire powers?"
Brangaine holds Sebastian’s hand. "Do you remember when you were a wolf?" she asks.
"I was a wolf?"
"Yes. And you protected us in Dinkytown. Do you remember that? The vampires? We were changelings. And you and Barnabas were in that bar together…"
Anwyn touches Brangaine’s hand. "If you do this, the world will notice," she says.
Brangaine ignores her. "Do you remember, Sebastian? Remember the Rubik’s Cube?"
A light shines in Sebastian’s eyes. He looks at the girls. Then, he frowns.
"You and Barnabas are married?" he asks.
She nods. "Yes, but that isn’t important right now. The Prince is here. And he’s Uther."
"But you and Barnabas are married?" he asks again. Then, he puts his head in his hands. "This is very complicated."
That’s when Terrwyn walks in. She looks at them and says, "The Duke of Cornwall is dead. Uther murdered him."
All of them look up. Sebastian asks, "Does she remember?"
The girls nod, "Yes."
"That’s impossible," Brangaine says. "Uther is the Duke of Cornwall."
"It was a secret meeting on the other side of the river. They’re all dead. All of Cornwall’s best men. It was an ambush."
"Who’s left?" Anwyn asks.
Terrwyn thinks for a moment. Then, she remembers a small detail.
"Leodegrance," she says. "He’s talking with Walk–Cerddwr now." She doesn’t waste any time. She’s out of the tent, running for Leodegrance’s pavilion.
When the guards try to stop her, Terrwyn throws them aside. She rushes in and sees Leodegrance talking with Cerddwr.
"The Duke of Cornwall is dead," she says. "And you are in grave danger."
Leodegrance stands. "That’s not possible. The truce…"
"It’s as dead as he is," Terrwyn says. "We have to get out of here."
* * *
Outside the pavilion, Merlin touches Anwyn on the shoulder. She nearly jumps.
"What did you do?" she asks him.
"I did nothing," he says.
"What did you make me do?" she asks.
"You made your own choices," he tells her.
She pauses. "What did I do?"
He smiles. "You put the future in motion." Then, he steps away, vanishing into the night.
(1) A note for Arthur scholars: I have taken the liberty of making Tristan a nephew to the Duke of Cornwall. While this may be confusing to purists, it allows me to put Tristan into the story and it, even though it is chronologically incorrect, it is fitting in many ways. Trust me; everything will sort itself out.