Goddess of Legend (Goddess Summoning #7)(98)

But, what is going on, is my mission done, so that now you are willing me gone?

Trust, Isabel, trust that 'twill work for all. Remember the necklace, then you make the call.

Great. Just f**king great. She had just found love and somehow she was about to be forced to make a decision. She didn't know what, she knew only that she soon had to make a choice.

She had, as she saw it, fulfilled her part of the bargain. Okay, maybe not quite, since she'd been asked to do one thing and managed to do quite something else. But holy hell, just what had she done so wrong that the universe wanted to laugh by allowing her to love and then possibly stripping it from her? Well, at least she'd known it. She supposed that was a prize more valuable than anything. She had to thank Viviane for that.

Okay, thank you.

Merlin cannot to begin to thank you, Isabel. And I cannot thank you enough as well.

She looked up at Arthur and stroked his face. "Just know that I love you."

"I again do not understand," he said. "I believe that with all my heart. Why are you speaking as if you expect disaster to strike?"

"King Arthur!" a man called.

He turned, pulling her behind him.

"Yes? Show yourself, please."

"You killed my king, Richard, and you will pay for that crime."

"No!" Isabel screamed. "It was me. If you want revenge, take it out on me!"

"Shut up, Isabel," Arthur said. "Just this once, shut up."

She heard the arrow whizzing toward Arthur the moment it left the man's bow.

"No!" she heard Mordred say as he sailed into the air before his father and took the arrow right into his shoulder.

"James!" she screamed. "Go get that sonofabitch. And, please, beat him to a bloody pulp."

She and Arthur kneeled down over Mordred, who had a freaking arrow in his shoulder.

"No, Arthur, do not pull it out yet. It could well kill him."

"Then what? I cannot allow my son to die."

"I . . . love you, Father," Mordred said.

"I love you, son. Please do not do anything stupid like die on me."

And Isabel knew what she had to do.

"He will not die," she said. Then she spoke the words that would release the necklace. "Lady of the Lake, this must be done for love and life for all to have won."

She yanked the necklace from around her neck, and then cracked it over and over until the pendant broke. She held it over his shoulder, allowing Viviane's tears to drop on his wound.

"You will not die, Mordred," she whispered as she felt life slipping away from her own body. "Your father needs you." She looked up for what she realized was the final time. "He will heal. I love you, Arthur."

"Isabel!" was the last thing she heard before she left Camelot forever.

Epilogue

DROWNING was a truly sucky way to die. But Isabel was beginning to resign herself to it, as she drifted into oxygen-deprived euphoria.

Good gods, she'd had the most incredible dream during her dying process. She just wished she'd lived long enough to actually explain it.

Please, Lady, allow me my memories.

And the memories came back to her in clips. Arthur laughing, Arthur grinning, Arthur frowning and, best of all, Arthur winking.

No, wait, Arthur loving her like she had never felt loved before. The way he touched her, seemingly worshipping her. The way he became feverish with need, and those green eyes, gazing down into hers as he was inside her, making the ultimate love.

Thank you, Lady.

Would you care more to recall?

Oh, Lady, I want it all.

She found the most amazing thoughts going through her dying brain.

The way he had professed his love to her, over and over, in sometimes the kookiest ways.

She really should have gotten to know more of the people at Camelot, she decided. She'd bet just about all of them were as good and kind as James and Mary.

None as Arthur, though. The way he had laughed at her dumb jokes. It was so sweet he did that, even though he probably hadn't understood half, at least.

The way he'd accepted her stubbornness, even when any other man would have given up on her.

Oh, man, she'd loved him to the end. She hoped beyond hope that he'd known.

He knew. Isabel, he knew; he knew your love for him was true. You gave up your life to save the son, and that then your mission in Camelot was done.

Oh, well then, that was just peachy.

She didn't know what was going to happen next. She only hoped, badly, that she got to keep her memories, no matter where she was heading next.

And then something strange. It was almost like she felt banging against her SUV. She thought she felt hands grabbing her, and then an arm wrapped around her waist. It felt amazingly familiar. And that arm pulled her up, up, up, out of the water.

The next thing she knew, she was coughing and choking and spitting out water.

"Ma'am? Ma'am?"

She opened her eyes.

"Ma'am, we're here to help. Welcome back. You are going to be all right."

She was staring up into deep green eyes, eyes she had first spotted in a forest long ago and very far away. His hair was dripping, his clothing soaked.

Her hand raised to touch his face. "Arthur?" she whispered.

He sat back. "Yes, how did you know that?"