Chapter 138

**Lyra

Once I was outside King Arthur’s study, I started to lose my nerve. I wanted answers, but the king was—well—scary.

Besides, I was not sure if he’d discovered why I’d wandered to that garden. I hoped not, but I have my doubts. I thought of his eyes, the penetrating gaze.

I paced by the door, holding a hand out to the knob, stopping, and pulling my hand back. Then I thought it would probably