CHAPTER 2
I am Lady Nadia of Cornwall. Only daughter of Igraine and Gorlois, Duke of Cornwall.
Arthur could not think. This girl was the daughter of Igraine? How could that be? That was impossible! That would mean that she was his sister! … Or at least half sister.
The girl, or Lady Nadia as she was now known, just looked around, studying the knights, and simultaneously dusting off her trousers. After a few moments he found his speech back.
"You are the daughter of Igraine?" He asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah, sure. What's the problem? She is a kind and beautiful lady." She replied, shrugging. Arthur could not believe his ears.
"She … is? And how the hell can she be your mother?"
Lady Nadia just looked at him strangely.
"Well, she and Gorlois, well, they did it, and, umm, I was born and then she was… my mother… isn't that kind of obvious?"
"But, Igraine is dead! She only had one son! She wasn't married to Gorlois!" Arthur was shouting and pacing around by this point. Nadia just backed away from him slightly, but did not express any kind of fear, just confusion.
"Igraine is alive, of course she is! She only had me as a daughter, with Gorlois! And who do you propose this son was?" Arthur stopped pacing now, and looked in her eyes.
"Me."
"What? No way, that would mean … no way!" She was shouting now as well. The knights in the clearing had all stopped cleaning up their swords and preparing the horses, they were all just watching nervously at the pair. They all knew why Arthur was so annoyed and confused, but also slightly scared. Nadia claimed that Igraine was still alive, and that she was not Uther's dead wife.