Kay began as he and Arthur rode. “You warned me about Gawaine,” Arthur said. “And it was he who saved my life.” “It would not have needed saving,” Kay went on doggedly, “if you had stayed at home.” “A king cannot be casked up in his castle,” Arthur said, just as doggedly, because he knew that Kay was in the right, and he didn’t want to admit it. “Not all day and all night because he fears the bogies and boggles.” “Because he rightly fears assassins,” said Kay, “a king takes precautions. And does not find ways to fool his guards.” “I did a good job,” said Arthur, though the bundle in his arms told him otherwise. Kay would not be cozened. “You could have been killed. We were warned—” “These were not men sent by the North Queen.” Arthur was positive of that. “And you know that how?” “They were poachers, thieves. They were after the deer, my horse, my sword, my ring. And they were not well trained in fighting. It was more like a slaughter than a battle.”
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