Goddess of Legend (Goddess Summoning #7)(12)

The countess, Isabel, must needs her friends. These only be visuals the lake to you lends. You know which traits each of these tends. Because, Isabel, you'll need them, so deal with it.

Isabel took a moment, shaking her head. That didn't rhyme.

So sue me.

She turned back to the King. "King Arthur, these are my men. Tom, Dick and Harry. But they're not the usual Tom, Dick and Harry. They're my Tom, Dick and Harry." It never occurred to her how funny that sounded until this very moment. She whirled back to her friends before she burst out laughing. "Please, men, this is King Arthur. Give him the total respect due him."

Tom and Dick jumped from their bays, and Harry put some kind of stop on the cart thing and hopped down, a smile wide on his face. They all bent to one knee and bowed their heads. "At your service, sir," they said in unison.

"Please rise," said Arthur. "There are no formalities here."

"Seriously," said Isabel to Tom. "I couldn't get you to bow when I beat you at quarters in college."

"M'lady, you'd unfairly plied me with Budwei - er, ale that night."

That was true. Isabel had gotten him snockered on purpose. After all, the fraternity/sorority championship was on the line. "Excuses," she said with an airy wave. "'Tis the last refuge of the weak."

"College? Quarters?"

Isabel received another thump on her chest. At this point she'd have a bruise the size of a baseball. "My apologies, King Arthur. Games we play back in Dumont. I feel that happy friends are productive friends."

The king gifted her with another winning smile. "We appear to have much in common. I too enjoy sporting with my men."

Isabel frowned. "To leave the women doing the laundry, cooking, cleaning? What enjoyment do you provide your female help, sir? When do they get a freaking break?" Isabel braced herself for another thump from her necklace, but it never came. Apparently Viviane was on her side on this one. What do you know? A feminist goddess.

Arthur seemed at a loss for words. "I'd not thought of this. Perhaps the queen can answer this. The women seem not to be incontent, but, Countess, I will inquire and, should there be a problem, shall attempt to address this as soon as possible. Mayhap, with your suggestions? These quarter things, for example."

"Whoa, let's take this slowly, Arthur. Quarters is a skill. But should you allow, I might possibly come up with something."

"I will be open to any suggestions, Countess. Now, shall we proceed to Camelot?"

"Let's roll," Isabel said. She turned back to her crew and winked. Tom, Dick and Harry all stepped forward to assist her back onto Samara. The king waved them all away. "This will be my pleasure, Countess. On our travel, may we discuss the college thing?"

When Arthur's men had materialized with his own steed, a dapple gray, he'd given them orders to stand forward and behind her own men. And then she and this king had spent the rest of the ride side by side, joking.

Isabel liked him. Way too much.

Not my fault, Lady.

Try harder, Isabel.

Chapter Five

OKAY, Camelot was magnificent. Isabel would have given anything to have her camera equipment with her. It was so unfair not to be able to capture the beauty of it all.

There was an actual moat that they all traversed over a bridge, a wooden bridge. They then entered a keep that was so buzzing with activity that Isabel was almost afraid. So many men working as if they were in football practice, so many women running back and forth chasing after children.

The castle itself was breathtaking. Isabel had assumed it would be made of stone, but strangely, it seemed mostly to be made of wood. And yet so many chimneys had smoke chugging from them. And she had the feeling there wasn't a single smoke alarm in the place.

What really shocked Isabel, though, was the way all of the people greeted their king. They bowed, of course, as he entered the keep, but they smiled, too. These people really liked their leader. Isabel could relate. Unfortunately.

The great hall was also abuzz with activity. But it seemed to come to a screeching halt when the king escorted her in and loudly announced her arrival. Even the animals running around - there had to be at least thirty dogs of all varieties - froze. Then the bowing and curtsying began.

"Please tell them to rise, sir," she whispered to Arthur. "They're acting like I'm freaking royalty."

Arthur's eyes widened for a second. "Countess, you are royalty."

Oops. "Perhaps, but I'm not so big on the bowing and scraping thing. It makes me uncomfortable. I much more prefer an equality of sorts."

He smiled again, which was really mean because his smile was lethal. "We have much in common, m'lady."

"Isabel."

"Isabel it is, then. And I am Arthur. Please, I beg you to leave off the king part."

"Deal!" she said.

"Rise, all! The lady prefers you not ..."

"Grovel?" Isabel provided.

". . . feel the need to lower yourselves upon her entrance," King Arthur finished.

Isabel felt the need to bow a little herself. Then she stood and said, "Okay, now we're even. No more of that, all right? It's a pain for all of us. By the way, hi! Good to be here," she said, waving in what she hoped wasn't a Queen Elizabeth-type way.