Grail Quest #1: The Camelot Spell
Chapter One
spring, 12th year of
Arthur's Pax Britannica
"This entire castle has gone mad!"
Gerard instinctively ducked out of the way as the chief cook sent his assistants into motion with a wave of one muscled arm, flinging flour-dust over everyone within range. The spring morning was warm, and thrice so down here, where the ovens were burning hot and flour stuck to sweaty skin and dampened tunics and aprons. His face already perspiring, the squire hung close to the doorway, mentally cursing his master for sending him down to the kitchens today of all days.
"It's the Quest," one of the under-bakers ventured from where they huddled near the great brick ovens of Camelot's kitchen.
The cook glowered at the boy who'd spoken. "Of course it's the Quest! Everything has been the Quest for months now! And I, for one, will be glad when they're all gone and out of my hair" -- Gerard, along with everyone else in the kitchen, refrained from pointing out that Cook had no hair -- "and we can get back to living like civilized folk!" He caught sight of Ge ... read full excerpt from: Grail Quest #1: The Camelot Spell ebook
