The battle was brutal. Brett helped carry wounded. Morgaine sang a song that turned the tide—not magic, but memory , calling the old gods of the soil to rise in mist and confusion.
By dusk, the Saxons retreated. Arthur stood bloodied on the hill, Caliburn still broken at his side. But the silver light no longer leaked from it. It glowed. pendragon cycle brett cooper
On the third morning, the Saxons came. And Arthur met them—not with a broken sword, but with a broken boy’s honesty. He offered peace first. He offered land second. Only when they laughed did he raise his shield. The battle was brutal
“Will we meet again?”