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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Interstitial
  4. Chapter OneThe sort of thing that gets a girl burned at the stake
  5. Chapter TwoRidiculously, fabulously pink
  6. Chapter ThreeBring it on
  7. Chapter FourSir Gawain’s not done yet . . . just watch
  8. Chapter FiveClimb down, lady, we’re going out!
  9. Chapter SixI’ll have a White Knight, please
  10. Chapter SevenChivalry is all well and good, but cursed inconvenient at times
  11. Chapter EightJust put her there
  12. Interstitial
  13. Chapter NineDon’t try to fight it, you’ll only hurt yourself
  14. Chapter TenNobody ever expects a lady to rappel off a balcony
  15. Chapter ElevenYou are the girl who would be a knight?
  16. Chapter TwelveMademoiselle le Chevalier
  17. Chapter ThirteenOff in search of adventure
  18. Interstitial
  19. Chapter FourteenHast Thou Ever . . .
  20. Chapter FifteenEverything is context
  21. Chapter SixteenShe was very much accustomed to people looking at her like they didn’t understand what was happening and wanted it all to stop
  22. Chapter SeventeenDamn those girls and their “tea”
  23. Chapter EighteenMaybe we could wash the donkeys
  24. Chapter NineteenA deer trying to hide in a pack of ravenous wolves
  25. Chapter TwentyJust don’t tell the other knights I screamed
  26. Chapter Twenty-OneDrop-your-cheesecake-on-a-stick-and-not-even-care spectacular
  27. Chapter Twenty-TwoThe violence is too much for her delicate constitution
  28. Chapter Twenty-ThreeNo lady went in search of the privy alone when she could bring a friend
  29. Chapter Twenty-FourDon’t bring it all the way undone . . .
  30. Chapter Twenty-FiveWhat a perfectly normal conversational gambit
  31. Chapter Twenty-SixA wild horse of feeling and emotion
  32. Interstitial
  33. Chapter Twenty-SevenI thought we’d have more time
  34. Chapter Twenty-EightYou are not the first to ask whether a woman could hold a sword
  35. Chapter Twenty-NineDo you yield?
  36. Chapter ThirtyThis goes a lot more smoothly in the ballads
  37. Chapter Thirty-OneDid that really just happen?
  38. Chapter Thirty-TwoDon’t tell me you’re scared, Sir Knight
  39. Chapter Thirty-ThreeThey’ll kill anyone who tries to upset the order of things
  40. Chapter Thirty-FourA girl who knows exactly who she is
  41. Chapter Thirty-FiveMeditations he learned on an ancient mountaintop
  42. Chapter Thirty-SixRide off into the sunset with nothing but a change of underwear
  43. Interstitial
  44. Chapter Thirty-SevenYou’d be very surprised by what a fancy lady can get done
  45. Chapter Thirty-EightI can show you a thing or two
  46. Chapter Thirty-NineIf I taught you to dream, then I was wrong
  47. Chapter FortyNo better than they are
  48. Interstitial
  49. Chapter Forty-OneThe crowd went wild
  50. Chapter Forty-TwoThe terrible sound of a thousand people not knowing what to say
  51. Chapter Forty-ThreeSomeone get this hysterical girl out of here!
  52. Chapter Forty-FourA foolish, reckless idiot with her head in the clouds
  53. Chapter Forty-Five. . . Or it’s tricky to put back together again
  54. Chapter Forty-SixIt came up from the mine
  55. Chapter Forty-SevenLike she’d ridden straight out of legend
  56. Chapter Forty-EightTwo wounded creatures, facing each other across the empty battlefield
  57. Interstitial
  58. Chapter Forty-NineYou were never alone
  59. Chapter FiftyNever Sende a Manne to Do a Woman’s Jobbe
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Authors
  62. Back Ad
  63. Endorsements
  64. Books by Amie Kaufman and Meagan Spooner
  65. About the Publisher

Gwen swallowed, scanning her father’s torchlit features. “Dad . . . how did you get in here? The whole place is guarded. How . . .” Now that her shock had worn off, she could scan his attire, trying to wrestle with the confusion of seeing her father, who in her entire life Gwen had only seen wear a total of three shirts, all in the same style, dressed as a castle guard.

Amos laughed and released his grip on her hands enough to pat one of them gently. “Gwen, my darling—we make the armor for the castle guard.” He rapped his knuckles against the breastplate with a lopsided smile.

Gwen felt herself losing her grip on her own emotions, an uneven sob of laughter escaping her. Then she looked up, meeting her father’s eyes, and swallowed hard. “Dad . . . there was no blacksmithing internship.”

Amos’s expression softened, and he patted her hand again. “I know, Gwen. I’ve known since the first day you came back, glowing like a miniature sun, and tried to tell me you didn’t know if you’d gotten your internship.”

Gwen’s legs, already unsteady, gave way and she sat down rather heavily on the floor of her cell. “What? You knew? Why . . . why didn’t you tell me you knew? How did you know?”

Her father grinned at her, then groaned as he braced a palm on the stone and sat down on the other side of the bars. “I’d love to blow your mind and just say ‘A father knows, dearest.’ But the truth is, everyone was talking about this mysterious new Sir Gawain, who’d rolled up out of nowhere and earned a spot in the tournament by unseating Sir Evonwald.”

Gwen stared at him, still trying to process that her father had known what she was doing all this time and had said nothing.

Her father raised his eyebrows, eyeing her. “Gwen, how thick do you think I am? You’re not the only one with ears who was around to hear your mum’s stories. Sir Gawain this, Sir Gawain that . . . and, mon chou, you even said your alter ego was from Toussaint, where your mum was born.” He reached through the bars, fitting his larger hands with some difficulty, and patted Gwen’s knee. “I didn’t say anything because you didn’t want me to.”

Gwen’s eyes were burning as she scanned her father’s features, her muscles tensing under a weight she hadn’t realized she was carrying. “But . . . you weren’t worried? Why didn’t you stop me?”