You still haven’t told me what King Edward will do when he has all four relics,’ Robert said, fixing Humphrey with his gaze.
‘We aren’t privy to all his plans, Robert, as I’ve told you. Only the men of the Round Table know his full intentions. We have to prove ourselves worthy to be trusted as they are.’
‘Do you not ever wonder?’
Humphrey paused. ‘I just know my king
will do what is best for my kingdom.’
Robert said nothing. He thought of his
own kingdom, beleaguered by Edward’s
interference, and a ghost of a threat drifted in his mind.
But even as it appeared, he pushed it
away. Scotland was its own kingdom, with its own king. It wasn’t Wales or Ireland, fractured and isolated. However much Edward had desired the Crown of Arthur he had come here, first and foremost, to put down a rebellion. Yet still, on this bleak shore with Humphrey beside him, Robert felt a sense of standing at a crossroads with many paths leading away before him. In his mind they all led into darkness.
