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You?” 
    She was afraid of what he would say next, afraid that he would accuse her of leading Cassius and the others here, that she had seduced him and set him up. 
    “Well,” said Jager, “my carpet is thoroughly ruined, but I am unharmed.” 
    “Thank you,” said Mara.
    Jager blinked. “For what?”
    “For…believing me,” said Mara. “For trusting me. No one has trusted me in a very long time.”
    Jager grinned and began cleaning his blades on the cloaks of the dead men. “Well, the nobles of Cintarra bought my death from the Red Family, and the Red Family wanted to kill you. I think it is us against the rest of the world, my dear.”
    “Yes,” said Mara. “I would like that.” 
    “And Cassius did us one favor,” said Jager. 
    “What’s that?” said Mara. 
    “We won’t have to bribe my friend in the mortuary for corpses,” said Jager, holding out a hand. “Mara, my dear…would you like to commit arson with me?”
    Mara smiled and took his hand. “I really would.”
    They donned disguises, set fire to the domus, and fled into the night.
    And for the first time in her life, Mara felt free. 
     
    THE END
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    A letter to the surviving kings, counts, and knights of Britain:
    I am Malahan Pendragon, the bastard son of Mordred, himself the bastard son of Arthur Pendragon, the High King of all Britain.
    You know the grievous disasters that have befallen our fair isle. My father betrayed my grandfather, and perished upon the bloody field of Camlann, alongside many of the mightiest knights and kings of Britain. Before that came the war of Sir Lancelot’s treachery and the High Queen’s adultery, a war that slew many noble and valiant knights.
    Now there is no High King in Britain, Camelot lies waste, and the pagan Saxons ravage our shores. Every day the Saxons advance further and further, laying waste to our fields and flocks, butchering our fighting men, making slaves of our womenfolk, and desecrating holy churches and monasteries. Soon all of Britain shall lie under their tyranny, just as the barbarians overthrew the Emperor of Rome.
    My lords, I write not to claim the High Kingship of Britain – for Britain is lost to the Saxons – but to offer hope. My grandfather the High King is slain, and his true heir Galahad fell seeking the grail, so therefore this burden has fallen to me, for there is no one else to bear it. 
    Britain is lost, but we may yet escape with our lives.
    For I have spoken with the last Keepers of Avalon, and by their secret arts they have fashioned a gate wrought of magic leading to a far distant realm beyond the circles of this world, certainly beyond the reach of the heathen Saxons. Here we may settle anew, and build homes and lives free from the specter of war.
    I urge you to gather all your people, and join me at the stronghold of Caerleon. We shall celebrate the feast of Easter one final time, and then march to the plain of Salisbury, to the standing stones raised by the wizard Merlin. 
    The gate awaits, and from there we shall march to a new home.
    Sealed in the name of Malahan Pendragon, in the Year of Our Lord 538.
     
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    The day it all began, the day in the Year of Our Lord 1478 when the blue fire filled the sky from horizon to horizon, Ridmark Arban returned to the town of Dun Licinia.
    He gazed at the town huddled behind its walls of gray stone, his left hand gripped tight around a long wooden staff. He had not been here in over five years, not since the great battle against Mhalek and his horde of orcs, and then Dun Licinia had been little more than a