Sublime

Ostensibly,

Gray wolves, the symbol of her house.

Very

He remembers how Arthur was, in the last few years of his reign. He remembers how things ended.

A threat is coming, he had said. We need more time. I need to give you more. But it is nearly here, and I dare not delay. You must go to Arthur. But why me? she had asked. Your power is so much greater than mine. What if I cannot protect him? You are afraid of the wrong thing, he had said.

Riding through the old forests, you could never shake the feeling that there was a quest around the corner, put there by some greater power, whether that power was the Christ King or the Saxon gods or some older goddess of the trees. Arthur never seemed to notice. It seemed natural to him that things of import should occur in his proximity. If anyo

vociferous