King of the Scepter'd Isle (Song of Earth)
“IT WAS midnight when he arrived, but his bedchamber was kept ready for such occasions. After making sure the rest of his small party was taken care of, he retired for the night.
“Shall I tell Queen Guinevere you’re here, Sire?” asked the chambermaid.
“No. She’ll be asleep. I’ll see her in the morning.”
He lay back in bed staring at the vaulted ceiling, his head pillowed on his hands. Strange, how a man could be afraid of meeting his own wife. But it was almost two years since he’d last seen Gwen; two years of fighting and peacemaking around England. It was over now, for the time being. But within months someone would be plotting against him, and he’d have to go to Cirencester.
Cirencester … What a stinking hole it was. Crowded streets, people everywhere, the river a veritable sewer. How good it was to be back in Cornwall! The journey had taken’ over a fortnight because of the various calls he’d been obliged to make on the way: to pacify a ruffled Baron here, to settle a boundary dispute there.
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