THE CURSE OF EXCALIBUR: A Gripping Arthurian Fantasy (THE MORGAN TRILOGY Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
It seemed right to prepare for this dressed as the queen I was. I had seen myself like this, with Excalibur in my hands. Now was the fated moment. I had never dreamed of Guinevere with Arthur, when I had dreamed of the future. This would be his end. He would not have to wait for his bad destiny. Accolon was quiet, focussed. He stared off into the distance, as though he were running through in his head what he would do, what moves he would make. When I had buckled all his armour on to him, I took up the scabbard and buckled it around him. I took Excalibur from its hiding-place and stood before him, holding it pointing straight up before me. I have seen this moment. Accolon wrapped his hands around mine on the hilt of the sword. “No mercy,” I told him. “No mercy,” he agreed, with a single nod. I let go of Excalibur, and he slid the sword into its scabbard. He turned back to me and, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulled me against him and into a deep, passionate kiss.
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