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“Neither,” Brett said. “A friend sent me. He was a traveler too. And he taught me that the hardest thing isn’t winning—it’s staying good when winning feels impossible.”

But this wasn’t the high chivalry of Camelot. This was the muddy, brutal fifth century. pendragon cycle brett cooper

“He already has,” Morgaine said flatly. She lifted the broken sword. Caliburn—before it was Excalibur. Its blade was cracked, leaking a faint silver light like liquid mercury. “He came as a counselor. Told Arthur—who is still a boy here, hiding from his uncle—that mercy is weakness. That a true king builds on fear. He nearly convinced him.” “Neither,” Brett said

And as the light swallowed him, he heard Arthur speak three words—not to him, but to the future: And he taught me that the hardest thing

Brett smiled. And for the next two days, he told stories—not of battles, but of loyalty. Of Bobby choosing compassion over victory. Of Loor’s stubborn hope. Of Gunny’s quiet courage.