“I find that we have a sorcerer in Camelot, Sire. My friend Aredian had been right, that magic is indeed in Camelot.” Bayard detto his eyes small and depthless. This new Witch finder was better than Aredian, yet just as evil at the same time. “Go on.” Uther said, leaning forward. “I have found the sorcerer! She is indeed in this room among us.” I look at Morgana, her green eyes wide, her face pale, as she fidgets in her chair. Oh no. Bayard points a thin finger at her. “The Lady Morgana, is the Sorceress of Camelot.” Oh god, help her. Uther glares at her. “Is this true?”...
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