The Thought

 A thought hit Grail’s forehead and his brow crinkled in response.  

“Oh My!” He said, “My mother..she…she…” He searched for the proper words.          

  “She needs to be warned!” He spoke in a panic, whipping words out fast in a jumble, “The King’s guard will visit her! Searching for me!”

His voice rose, and he began to pace, back and forth, his own problems overshadowed by concern for his loved ones.