Mordred stepped forwards into the lake. The icy waters lapped around his waist as he turned, looking back the way he had come. He could hear the shouts of the men and see the flicker of fire from the flaming torches through gaps in the trees.
Taking a deep breath, Mordred submerged himself beneath the water. It was cold as it lapped at his face and a few bubbles escaped. Mordred pressed his lips tighter together, determined not to be caught. He had been running for this long. He would not stop running now.
Still holding his breath, he propelled himself along beneath the water. His clothes billowed with water and held him back and he had almost run out of air but he didns mother and that was how Mordred had been conceived. Mordred had heard the story many times from various different people and it never failed to anger him, mostly because his father was his mothert take him long to find himself deep in the forest.
He passed through the trees like a shadow. His damp cloak dragged on the ground behind him but it didns heart raced.
The door opened after what seemed like a very long time and Mordred stepped in quickly, pushing the door shut behind him.
the man said sounding relieved. Mordred nodded to him.
he greeted the old man, re well?Very. But I suppose you would like to see your mother? Morgan Merlin said quietly. Mordred sighed.
he said and, feeling impolite, he asked:
Merlin said as he gestured for Mordred to walk ahead of him. The teenage boy walked into a small room lit by a fire. In it was a wooden table, five chairs, a small wood burning stove and various hams and birds hanging from the ceiling.
Mordred was enveloped in his motherWhy are you so wet?s cloak and hanging it on the back of a chair so that it could dry.
Mordred said and, glancing around the small room, he spied Nimueh sitting in a corner.
she smiled as Merlin entered the room too;
m as well as could be expected in the circumstances,I was barely hurt in the that is something to be thankful for at the very least,Tell me about it,I will,But first I must rest. I
Morgan said quietly,
Mordred bid them goodnight and then left for the small room at the very back of the cottage. His room. A room he hadnHe seems... different,He does indeed,s thought,
Morgan said nothing because for that question she had no answer.