He acknowledged that truth with a smile, then turned to gaze northwards. “I worry about one friend,” he said softly. “I worry that Tewdric won’t fight. He’s tired of war, and I can’t blame him for that. Gwent has suffered much worse than Dumnonia.” He looked at me and there were tears in his eyes, or maybe it was just the rain. “I wanted to do such great things, Derfel,” he said, ‘such great things. And in the end it was I who betrayed them, wasn’t it?”
“No, Lord,” I said firmly.
“Friends should speak the truth,” he chided me gently.
“You needed Guinevere,” I said, embarrassed to be speaking thus, ‘and you were meant to be with her, else why would the Gods have brought her to the feasting hall on the night of your betrothal? It isn’t for us, Lord, to read the minds of Gods, just to live our fate fully.”
He grimaced at that, for he liked to believe he was master of his own fate. “You think we should all rush madly down the paths of destiny?”
“I think, Lord, that when fate grips you, you do well to put reason aside.”
“And I did,” he said quietly, then smiled at me. “Do you love someone, Derfel?” he asked.
“The only women I love, Lord, are not for me,” I answered in self-pity.
He frowned, then shook his head in commiseration. “Poor Derfel,” he said softly and something about his tone made me look at him. Could he believe I had meant to include Guinevere among those women? I blushed and wondered what I should say, but Arthur had already turned to watch as Nimue came from the hall. “You must tell me about the Isle of the Dead sometime,” he said, ‘when we have the time.”
“I shall tell you, Lord, after your victory,” I said, ‘when you need good tales to fill long winter evenings.”
“Yes,” he said, ‘after our victory.” Though he did not sound hopeful. Gorfyddyd’s army was so huge and ours so small.
But before we could fight Gorfyddyd we had to buy a Saxon’s peace with God’s money. And so we travelled towards Lloegyr.
We smelt Durocobrivis long before we came near the town. That smell came on our second day of travel and we were still a half-day’s journey from the captured town, but the wind was in the east and it carried the sour reek of death and smoke far across the deserted farmlands. The fields were ready for harvest, but the people had fled in terror of the Saxons. At Cunetio, a small Roman-built town where we had spent the night, refugees filled the streets and their livestock had been crowded into hastily re-erected winter sheep pens. No one had cheered Arthur in Cunetio, and no wonder, for he was blamed for both the war’s length and its disasters. Men grumbled that there had been peace under Uther and nothing but war under Arthur.
Arthur’s horsemen led our silent column. They wore their armour, they carried spears and swords, but their shields were slung upside down and green branches were tied to their spear-tips as signs that we came in peace. Behind the vanguard marched Lanval’s spearmen, and after them came two score of baggage mules that were loaded with Sansum’s gold and with all the heavy leather shields that Arthur’s horses wore in battle. A second smaller contingent of horsemen formed the rear guard Arthur himself walked with my wolf-tailed spearmen just behind his banner holder who rode with the leading group of horsemen. Arthur’s black mare Llamrei was led by Hygwydd, his servant, and with him was a stranger I took to be another servant. Nimue walked with us and, like Arthur, tried to learn some Saxon from me, but neither was a good pupil. Nimue was soon bored by the coarse tongue while Arthur had too much on his mind, though he duly learned a few words: peace, land, spear, food, mother, father. I was to be his interpreter, the first of many times that I spoke for Arthur and returned his enemy’s words.
We met the enemy at midday as we descended a long gentle hill where woods grew on either side of the road. An arrow suddenly flickered from the trees and slashed into the turf just ahead of our leading man, Sagramor. He raised a hand and Arthur shouted at every man in the column to be still. “No swords!” he ordered. “Just wait!”