Jenny: A Little More Knowledge

Keeping the gown above the water, the Guttersnipe helped Domitia tie up with the ribbon. "That was Mordred," she said with a heavy sigh. "He is like Gwenhywfar, only rotten to the core. Keep your fists balled and your wits about you; he has a way of turning up when you least expect him."

She took a step back, feet sliding on the smooth rocks of the river-bottom. "Well, you don't look too bad, I dare say."