They struck gold the first night–but the confirmation of Balinor’s death brought mixed feelings in both men. They returned home quickly, and for once without incident or encounter of bandits, but camped just outside of Camelot’s walls to plan their next step.
Prince Arthur collapsed into his chair, his face streaked with soot and heavy with exhaustion as he recited the damaged incurred by the dragon’s systematic attacks.
“Do we have any idea how this abomination escaped?” Uther demanded furiously.
“We believe it to be the work of Morgause.” Arthur answered heavily.
She had deliberately waited until Uther had burst into the room before disappearing—and reappearing in his bedchambers, which were empty, with no one in the vicinity.
With a satisfied smirk, she pulled the mandrake root out from the hidden pocket sewn into her cloak.