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Introduction [A Few Days After “Fractures”]

Mithian, Crown Princess of Nemeth, recalls….

“Change is the only constant.” I remember your advice, Mother. I sit at Father’s side in the Council and Throne Chambers. I watch and listen to our subjects carefully. Lord Blumenwald assists me with the legal codes. At least he does that. The counselors, on the other hand, disagree with our presence in Father’s proceedings. Kay thought that we should be silent.

They want to silence me as they wanted to do to you. They could care less about the servants and peasants. Oh, they care about their huge manors. They show off amongst each other. They love the hunt….

…just not the stags I bring back to feed the people. ( I see you rolling your eyes, Britomart.)

I remember that night in Camelot. Lady Reyna’s diagnosis. Your sudden decline and passing. The goddess’ message. Intimidation numbed me. Father needed support. Kay could’ve cared less. Uther and his cronies hungered for the Gedref and Nemeth. He harassed Father for my hand in marriage to Prince Arthur. He supports the Hardliners’ efforts against innocent sorcerers in Camelot and Whitgate. I honor your wishes and fight on.

Thank the goddess for Lady Morgana Pendragon. Her support is a breath of fresh air. She speaks up when needed. She is a strong young woman who understands deeper needs. Prince Accolon agrees with me. Then again, he’s been in love with her since we were all children. Sigh…I’ll admit that I felt jealous when they were engaged. I was strong and supported them though. After all, you also said that if you want good friends, we have to be an excellent friend in return.

And then there’s Merlin. Talk about layers…and oh those rough edges. He barely made it through that first service for us. He’d only come to Camelot a couple of weeks before our visit. He still learned place settings and the little things. Yet he had the basics. He had such a positive attitude. He worked hard. And he cared about us. I remember how he sat with you that night in your chambers. He held your hand. Kay spat on him. There was something about him though…I sensed it from our first meeting. He was hardly polished to put it mildly. Uther and Arthur were ready to cast him out. Britomart worked with him though. She saw his potential. A potential we saw realized at Shalott when he shook the earth…when he took Meleagant’s sword through his shoulder. When he unified Amazon, Camelot, Gaul, Nemeth and Tintagel through his example. When my magic manifested, he stood by me. My special Prince…even if he still has those rough edges.

Here is the account of that first meeting almost a full year before Meleagant’s invasion shook Britannia…before Merlin shook it right back…

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Chapter 1 [A Fortnight Following the Series Premiere—Camelot]

First Light floated just over Horizon’s eastern edge. Breeze gently swayed tree branches and billowed leaves. Inhabitants rushed to their posts. Tom fired up his forge for Day’s work. Traders set up their wares for market day. Routine pushed servants and other castellans toward their tasks.

Insecurity, however, dogged a certain newcomer in some regards….

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[Royal Apartments, Citadel]

Merlin eased his way through the packed passages and up the granite stairs. His hands struggled to balance a covered platter and bottle. Despite being only at the beginning, Day already seared at his nerves. Michael’s assistant cook, Audrey, berated him for no reason. Judgmental looks and head shakes littered his way. Gaius’ herbal stores needed replenishment. Knights’ training sessions (with him as DTD –Designated Training Dummy) ached at his arms, legs and back. A certain chambermaid spurred on warm feelings and Anxiety’s butterflies. And then, the Princely Prat awaited him….

…Aye that Prat…Arthur….

His eyes rolled. His mouth twisted into a frown. He gets me thrown in the dungeon and stocks. I try and do the right thing. Then I end up having to be his servant? Really? His brain twisted over Arthur’s routine. I know Prince Arthur was talking about some meeting or other this morning. Maybe I can just work on serving breakfast and getting him dressed? Memoria conjured up images of previous days’ shortcomings. Brim-filled goblets, Undercooked Meals (as if that was Merlin’s fault?), Less than Ideal Meal Choices and Ill-Placed Chamber Pots haunted his initial efforts.

And oh…Reactions came…with a vengeance (to say the least). Arthur’s scowls remained constant. Bellowed “STUPID!” and “IDIOT!” shook the chamber and passage beyond. Uther’s eyes rolled at him during meal services. Sympathy and Pity found a place in Morgana’s heart and outlook at least. Advice came from Gwen at least.

Gwen….

What is it about her? Merlin mused about his fellow servant. Sparkle danced in her eyes. Warmth shone from her smile. A dreamy sigh escaped his lips. His heart skipped a beat. Her presence eased Irritation’s gauntlet to say the least. He shook himself out of Daydream’s bliss. Can’t let myself get distracted! I wish that she and I could both wait on Arthur. Anything to please him. Sarcasm rolled his eyes yet again. He eased into the darkened bedchamber.

All lay still within. Dawn pushed past drawn curtains. Sol’s light streaked the oak floors. Dust waltzed from Wardrobe’s top across his path. Chamber Pot’s telltale gleam warned him of Hazard’s looming trap. Snoring ground against his ears.

Does he really have to sound like a mating cow? Homesickness and Hunith’s presence called to him. He pushed those thoughts down. She wants you to have a better life. I wonder if she knew about the Prince? Somehow, he kept a straight face on that note. He gave the offending pot a wide berth. At least that’s not full. He set the covered dish down on the table. Maybe I have time to deal with this? He picked the pot up and eased back toward the door. (The previous day’s spill and Arthur’s reaction remained very much on his mind.) Wish I could just use magic to get rid of it. Temptation whispered of Ease and Efficiency.

Gaius’ lectures and Uther’s laws quashed those ideas in short order.

Magic is not something to be abused, Merlin! It is a tool. Do not let it control you! Gaius’ Eyebrow shoved his hairline up a half inch. Purpose and Scolding sparked in his eyes. Disapproval elicited a headshake from the elderly physician at that point.

Too bad Arthur abuses his place. Well, you wanted a job in the *big town*. Right? Merlin cleared his throat. He walked into the Privy area. He opened the trap door in the floor and dumped the contents down there. That’s taken care of! Back to breakfast before Arthur’s food gets cold. He hustled out the door and into the hall.

“Merlin! Good morning!” Gwen steadied Morgana’s chamber pot. “You’re in a hurry. Everything all right?”

Merlin nodded. Even Prattishness’ impending episode couldn’t measure up to Giddiness’ lightening of his spirits at that point. “Oh yeah. Sppt! No problem! Just dumping the pot before…I do it again.” A shrug attempted to deflect that point.

She smiled. “See? I told you! I know you’ll do just fine.” She bit her lip. Her own heart danced around the court’s resident newcomer. “Maybe you should…?” She motioned toward Arthur’s door. “I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

“Thanks.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I appreciate that someone’s looking out for me.” He carried the empty pot back into Arthur’s chamber. He eased the door shut…

…Alas, Good Reader! Door’s creak cut through the chamber’s din….

Great. Can that be any louder? Merlin crept toward Arthur’s bed. He set the chamber pot in its former place. At least his snoring is louder. Mother said that there’s something good in everything. He aligned the covered platter, the goblet and fork on the table. Candle? Pull the drapes? That conundrum occupied him. Previous lectures over the curtains startled him. He took the candle from the desk and set it by the plate. His eyes glowed. His magic lit the wick. That’s done. He edged over toward the slumbering Prince. “Sire?”

“I’m…awake. Can you be…oh I don’t know…ANY LOUDER?” Irritation narrowed Arthur’s eyes. He rolled over to face Merlin.

I don’t know. Maybe you could snore louder? Lady Morgana couldn’t quite hear you. Merlin bowed his head. “Sorry. At least I didn’t trip over the chamber pot and pull the curtains before you were ready. I even got you some ham rather than chicken today.” Arthur’s attitude grated on him. Still, Overriding Goal and Destiny kept him composed. Cheeky grin tried to add emphasis to the point.

Arthur looked around the area. “Aye. You did those things at least. I guess you can learn?” Merlin’s learning curve ate at him to be honest. Expectations frayed at his patience for his rustic servant. Of all the people for Father to pick, he had to pick this one? I know he saved my life but really? Maybe Oswald could use a stable hand at Rowsbottom Manor? Merlin would be better suited for that. “Nothing was worse than yesterday. Glad you listened.”

“Of course, Sire.” Merlin cleared his throat. “Guess there’s more to this than I thought?” He pointed toward the wardrobe. “I was going to lay out your clothes. Maybe you can show me what you want?”

A smile broke through Arthur’s gruff countenance. “Of course. The red top and the dark pants will be fine.” He watched Merlin hold up the aforementioned top and pants. “Aye. Better.” He lifted the top from the platter. There he found two ham slices and some scrambled eggs. “Much better. There might be hope for you yet, Merlin.” He settled into his chair. “Lay the clothes on the bed. I’ll get them later.” He watched Merlin fill his goblet almost (but not quite) to the brim. His lip curled. He eased a mouthful down.

Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. “Too full?”

“What do you think?” Arthur narrowed his eyes. He shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “I have a meeting with the King and a patrol later with the knights. I need the bed changed. My laundry needs doing. The stables need mucking out. Gaius said he had some things for you to do as well.”

“Yeah. There are the herbs he needs for medicines. That epidemic in the northwest I think he said.” Merlin held up another cloth napkin. “Just in case.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “You’re actually preparing for a change. Let’s see how you make it through the rest of the day.” He turned back toward his breakfast.

Merlin set the napkin down on the table next to Arthur’s left hand. “If it’s all right, I’ll start stripping these sheets from the bed? If you need me, I’m right here.”

“And you’re learning to be efficient as well? There is hope for you yet.” Arthur cut a piece of ham with his fork. He bit into it. “Mmm!”

“Arthur.” Morgana cleared her throat from the passage. Her head shook at him. She motioned toward Merlin. “I’ll see you in another half turn of the hourglass.” She marched on down the passage. Merlin is trying! Can’t Arthur manage a compliment? Good grief!

Arthur scoffed. “You see, Merlin? That’s why you should never ask a girl anything!” He shook his head and kept eating.

Merlin said nothing. Temptation wanted to spell the chair. Still, he knew such stunts had implications. Consequently, he eased the sheets off of the bed and into a nearby wicker basket. Then he folded the blanket atop the bed.

Satisfaction remained leagues away….

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Chapter 2 [Uther’s Office—A Turn of the Hourglass Later]

Uther took a draught from his goblet. Matters had calmed since the near calamity two weeks earlier. Paranoia raised his awareness. He ordered further patrols of the countryside. Other knights patrolled the Upper and Lower Towns for any potential magic. Otherwise, everything else remained steady. The treasury remained at substantial levels. Camelot would host a tournament in a month’s time. Several new knights proved their skills under Arthur’s tutelage. And then there were Nemeth’s and Cawdor’s diplomatic visits…

…Trouble? Crisis? Chaos? Understatements all….

Camelot needs treaties with Rodor and Meleagant. They need a treaty between themselves. How I *wish* they did not have to be here at the same time! He rubbed his forehead. I’ll have to bring our best knights in to keep order. The households will have to stay on different floors. The spare bedrooms on the citadel’s eastern end will need some work. There are suitable beds in those areas. They’ll have a couple of servants apiece. He pondered the deeper situation. That new servant boy. Arthur says he’s slow to grasp basic service. I cannot let him insult Meleagant here. Arthur is not the most patient either. An idea came to him. Perhaps this can work. Morgana and Rodor’s daughter get along very well. Could her maid teach the boy, Merlin? They will be here for at least a week. Queen Taene and King Rodor are far more patient. I cannot let them know about the dragon chained up beneath us! He curled his lip. What am I thinking? It is not like Merlin can talk with that beast! I am imagining things! He tapped his finger on the desk.

A knock came from the door. “Sire?”

“Come!” Uther looked up toward the door.

The knight opened the door. He bowed to Arthur and Morgana. He stepped out of the way. “Prince Arthur? My Lady?”

“Thanks, William.” Arthur strode past the newly dubbed knight. “Good morning, Father.” Merlin’s renewed efforts rebounded his mood. “Is everything all right?” He nodded to Uther.

“Sire, I’d like to know as well.” Morgana assessed Uther’s expression. “What seems to be the trouble?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Arthur, can you get the door? I need this to be private.” Uther pointed toward the door. He got up and walked toward the western window. His eyes gazed out over the walls and up the road. Urgency added an edge to his voice. He heard the door close. “Within the week, Camelot will have a challenge. King Rodor and Queen Taene of Nemeth and King Meleagant of Cawdor will be here. Rodor will have his children with him. We will have to keep the two entourages apart. Rodor, Meleagant and I will negotiate in the main hall. Arthur, you will need to make sure that the knights are watching the Cawdorians at all times. I do not trust Meleagant not to plan some scheme. I’m sure Prince Kay would like to spend time around the knights and you.”

“I’d be delighted, Sire.” Arthur pondered the workings of such an arrangement. “Prince Kay is a skilled fighter for his age. He and the knights would benefit from being around each other. His outlook differs from his father’s as I recall?”

She kept a straight face. Meaning he hates magic as much as Uther and Arthur! Under her Mask of State, however, Distaste soured her thinking. Despite the others’ thinking, she detested Kay to be honest. She conceded the others’ point about his knightly prowess. Still, Chauvinism, Arrogance and Condescension burned at her. Memoria reminded her of Kay’s attitude toward Mithian. “I would like to spend time with Princess Mithian and the Queen if that is all right?”

Uther nodded. Approval prompted a smile to cross his lips. “You know my request before I ask it, Morgana. Very good. I want King Rodor to feel secure here. As much as he shelters sorcerers in Nemeth, I should seem to be a reasonable host. Therefore, I am leaving those arrangements to you. The Princess’ maid I imagine will be coming.”

Arthur’s eyes rolled. “Oh, you mean the fire hair?” He scoffed. “I do hope King Rodor has put her in her place. She’s no knight.”

“Why, Arthur Pendragon!” Fire blazed in Morgana’s eyes. “Britomart’s service to us here and in Nemeth has been more than excellent in the past.” A smirk twisted at the corners of her mouth. “Surely, you aren’t threatened by a mere girl who can use a sword?” Sass stabbed at Arthur.

Arthur stiffened. Denial narrowed his eyes. “As if! It’s not a girl’s place to fight with the knights, Morgana. At some point, she and you will understand that.” He threw his hands up. “Father!”

Uther rubbed his chin. “Arthur has a point, Morgana. Women cannot fight as knights. The Knights’ Code forbids it. Do not encourage her.” He shook his head. “Rodor allows his daughter too much space. She might want a hunt. I do not want her out there. There is no telling what traps Meleagant might have out there. She’d be better suited working on that tapestry with you in the south hall.”

Sarcasm raised her eyebrow even further. “She is a better hunter than either of you already, Sire. And I don’t remember anything in the Knights’ Code about women using crossbows to hunt.”

Uther hissed through clenched teeth. “You will mind me, Morgana. There is something I think Nemeth can help us with. The new servant boy, Merlin, is it?” He regarded her through smoldering eyes. “His performance does not improve.”

Arthur frowned. “He did get better this morning, Father. At least he didn’t trip over the chamber pot or do anything stupid.” He shook his head. “He actually asked me for direction. I can’t believe it!”

“He has not even been here for two weeks yet! Gwen tells me that Merlin really cares about being your manservant and helping Gaius!” Exasperation raised her voice. Her frown curled further in on itself. “Just think how’d you be! Merlin comes from that small village. Camelot is overwhelming. He has to meet your standards. He wants to please the King. Some people take longer to learn than others! You’re not patient with servants, Arthur.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“I am too!” Arthur protested. “I haven’t thrown him out a window yet.”

Uther regarded them both. “I had overlooked that part of Merlin’s background. Thank you, Morgana, for the reminder. Gaius had told me about that. With him gone, Merlin will be by himself. This is a splendid opportunity. Morgana, I have a special task for Merlin. I want him to work with Rodor’s maid during their stay here. Perhaps this tutelage will keep this Britomart’s mind on her proper priorities. You might also remind the Princess of the evils of sorcery as well. Her parents, I am sure, have filled her head with lies and ill-informed notions.”

“I will be delighted to help Merlin in this regard. Thank you, Sire.” She nodded to him. Rebellious thoughts, however, formed in her mind. I would not help you in that regard. Perhaps that woman might not have attacked us if not for your hate. Chills evoked a shiver from her anew. “Who is left for Arthur? We should have the best in front of Kings Meleagant and Rodor.”

“I agree.” Uther softened his tone. “There is that servant in the west wing. He awaits such an opportunity. I would work with him on how he fills wine goblets. Despite that, he will suit me just fine as a servant for you, Arthur.”

Arthur’s hand stifled a cough. “George?” Somehow, his eyes did not roll on that note. Merlin’s shortcomings riled him. However, at least, Merlin wanted to relate to him on some level. Besides, Merlin had saved his life and dealt with the threat to the Court. George was stiff and well…boring.

“Aye. That is his name. I know Merlin is trying very hard. I appreciate his effort. We should direct that in the right direction. Queen Taene is very patient. Perhaps she might do our work for us? Meantime, George and Morgana’s maid can mind matters here. Arthur, inform the boy this afternoon. I want him ready in three days.”

Arthur stifled his objections. George’s stiff-arsed manner and overflowing goblets rankled him to say the least. Maybe Merlin might not be so bad after all? Some choice! “I’ll tell him when he comes back from the laundry. He’d probably enjoy doing girlish things.”

Skepticism prompted a snort. “Britomart could teach him about herbal remedies. She is training with their court physician. I will let Princess Mithian know when they arrive. Careful. We girls are smarter than Prince Kay or you think.” She nodded to Uther. Then she left the chamber.

“Can you believe her? As if a girl could outfight us?” Arthur let a pronounced sigh go.

Uther frowned. “King Rodor and Queen Taene allow them to think such things. Focus on Prince Kay. He at least understands the bigger picture. He is a skilled fighter. I believe he can learn much from you. He is also the Crown Prince of Nemeth. His sister cannot inherit in her own right. Therefore, we should focus on him.”

Anything to keep me away from George! Arthur nodded to his father. Then he left as well.

Uther pondered the deeper implications of Britannia’s resident chessboard. Conflicts, rivalries and strife lay within each interaction. He and Meleagant had spilled blood across their mutual border. Cold War defined Nemeth and Camelot over the previous twenty years.

None would back down. Life kept getting more stressful it seemed….

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Chapter 3 [Whitgate, Nemeth]

Life flowed at a calm pace about the smaller capital. Merchants sold their goods in the square. Impacts rang out from blacksmiths’ forges. Rowdy Cheers blasted from the Lower Town’s Wormy Apple and other taverns. Some streamed up the road toward the nearby arch. Summer’s warmth led to Wheat’s and Rye’s bounty.

Some went to the royal pantries. The rest well, Gentle Reader, judge for yourself….

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[Plaza Upper Town]

Hungry citizenry massed in a small group before Citadel’s granite stairs. Their eyes remained fixed on the platform just around the door. Their hands reached out for sustenance. Hunger stabbed at their stomachs. Wanting and Impatience kept them on edge. Still, Monthly Feeding proved incentive enough.

A dozen emerald-clad knights watched them from halfway up the stairs. Sol glinted from their chain mail. Purpose kept them prepared. Their hands rested close to…but not on…their swords’ hilts. The monthly ritual tested nerves. A few eyes drifted toward Citadel’s door and the large lion lying beside it.

The door opened. A slender brown-haired teenaged girl dragged a large wicker basket out onto the top step. Then she repeated that effort twice more. She exhaled a relieved breath. Her eyes surveyed the waiting people. The crowd is smaller. Perhaps the new labor is helping. Praise be! She smoothed her white dress. She raised her hands. “People of Nemeth! Hello! As you can see, I have brought out more baskets this time! On behalf of our gracious King and Queen, I will give what I can!”

“PRINCESS! PRINCESS MITHIAN! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!” the crowd chanted. Routine kept them in their places for the most part. The knights held a few back. The majority, however, knew her kindness. Her hunts (which her fellow nobles ridiculed) led to extra meat for their tables. Rodor, Taene and she checked the marketplace’s grain prices. Mithian and Taene kept their own wardrobe costs down to support these grants.

Mithian smiled. “People! Bring the children to the front! They will be first!” She noted a taller red-haired servant emerge next. “I believe we have everything, Britomart?”

Britomart curtseyed to Mithian. “Aye, Milady.” Formality had its display for due course and in the public eye. Still, Respect flowed much deeper than that between them. She strode over to the lion’s side. “Ever watchful, Malodius?”

Malodius harunged. He rubbed against Britomart’s side. Then he motioned toward the crowd. He strode down toward the group. Purrs came from his mouth for the youngest subjects in front of himself.

“Malodius will not hurt any of us! He is here with the knights to ensure our safety!” Mithian dragged the first basket down the stairs. She stopped halfway to the bottom. “Sir Galahad, please keep watch. Sir Ywain, can you steady this basket please? Britomart, let’s see to these people.”

Malodius lowered his head. He allowed the families to approach him. Children stroked his fur and mane. Affection guided his tongue to lick a child’s arm or face. His eyes stole glances at the crowd. Desperation saddened him. Still, Children’s spirits being lifted raised his own as well. Gratitude overwhelmed Fear’s issues. Acceptance outweighed Prejudice in that moment. His outreach, after all, mattered equally to the food. Bonds and Kindness built Trust’s bonds.

“Aye.” A large knight with shoulder-length blonde hair hustled to her side. He secured the basket in question. “We are ready, Princess.”

“Of course, Milady.” Britomart reached into the basket. She brought out Bread’s still warm loaf.

“Sir Galahad, stay close to me please.” Mithian surveyed the three dozen subjects in front of herself. Pity moved her. She stooped down in front of a slender dark-haired woman with two toddlers. She held her hand out to Britomart. “Give her the entire loaf for her children and her.” She turned to the mother. “For you, Lady. I wish it was more.”

“Thank you, Princess!” Surprise widened the mother’s eyes. Her shocked fingers barely hung onto the loaf in question. She curtseyed as best as she could manage. “May the goddess bless you!”

“And you. Thank you.” Mithian offered the children a warm smile for a few heartbeats. Then she moved onto a balding man leaning on a gnarled walking stick. “Good day, Sirrah!” Her eyes turned to the red-haired boy with sunken eyes. “What is this?”

“I’m sorry, Ma ‘am.” The boy bowed with effort. “My brothers and sisters need more. I don’t eat as much. Thank you for your gift. The meat was good.”

“Henry, that’s enough. We should not bother her.” The elder shook his head at the child. Disapproval and Embarrassment reddened his face. “Sorry, Milady. He’s a boy.”

Mithian shook the elder man off. “That is all right. He only tells me of his situation. It seems he is very polite as well.” She stooped down to the boy’s level. Memoria did recall a visit a couple of months earlier to the man’s village. “He thanked me for the venison. I am glad I can help.” Understanding prompted a smile onto her face. “I wish it was more for you.” Mithian’s heart ached over the boy’s words. “You are a fine example as an elder brother, Young Master. Keep being as such. Can you do that for me?”

“Aye, Princess!” The boy’s face brightened. He kissed her skirt’s edge. “Thank you for your kindness.”

“Thank you.” Mithian watched Britomart hand the boy a loaf of bread. “Now you make sure the others have a share as well. All right?”

“I sure will! Thank you!” The boy bowed again.

Mithian maintained Warmth’s smile on her face. Underneath that façade, however, Lament depressed her. She greeted each parent and child in turn. Sentiments, Kind Words and Bread’s Loaves eased Pain for a few of Hourglass’ grains at least. Concern ate at her over the small turnout. She knew many more remained in their villages. How I wish I could wave my hands and make more bread appear! Then Grace and Equal Treatment guided her hand with the others. With Galahad’s presence, she talked with each person in turn. Each basket yielded up its contents to her people. Then, she stepped back onto the stairs. “I wish it was more. That is what I have. Thank you! May the goddess bless you!” She nodded to them. Unlike her predecessors, Service proved enjoyable and necessary. “Sir Galahad? Malodius?” She waved to the group. Then, she backed up the stairs. Finally, she disappeared through the door and back into the citadel itself. “So many hungry.” Her hand rubbed her forehead.

“Still trying to bribe the hearts and minds for your hunts, Sister?”

Mithian somehow kept a straight face. She turned toward the gibe and man in question.

Appreciation and Empathy, it seemed, remained in short supply….

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Chapter 4 [A Turn and a Quarter of the Hourglass Earlier]
[Training Yard]

On Citadel’s other side, a dark-haired young man strode out the door. A blue tunic and brown pants felt better than Court’s robes. He drew his sword. “Heinrich! Wolfstan! Prepare! I want to sweat!” Rodor’s court proceedings bored him. Disagreements with his parents over council policy wore on him. Court’s Tedium numbed his mind and threatened to put him to sleep. Consternation stewed in his mind over the Camelot-Nemeth cold war. Broken negotiations for Mithian’s hand with Tintagel aggravated him and many others further. He looked about the yard.

The yard stood empty….

“What now?” He threw his hands up in the air. His mind pressed toward Nemeth’s borders. Mercia and Cawdor loomed to the northeast. Rodor’s regal brainfarts distanced Nemeth from Camelot. Besides, Disaster nearly swamped the army during the last campaign. We should not rely on that *creature* for such matters! Why can we not have force of arms? Camelot does not use such things! He feinted at the air. For a substantial amount of Hourglass’ flow, he stabbed and retreated. Martial Ballet guided his footwork. Arthur’s tips and techniques refined his own skills. Prince Bors of Gaul, Prince Accolon of Tintagel and even the Emperor Doun. Uther’s praise and critique meant a great deal. “How am I supposed to improve if nobody is here?” His blade struck over and over again at the chipped and abused post. Frustration burned hotter and hotter in his gut. His ears discerned the door’s opening. He spun around to face the intruder.

A heavy-set man bowed to him. “Prince Kay, pardon me.” His throat cleared. His beard brushed his robe. Disgust narrowed his eyes. “They are all out front.”

“Out front? Why? The knights need training! We almost lost the field the last time.” Kay ground his teeth. “I really need to speak with the King and Sir Galahad about that!” He sheathed his sword. “Thank you, Lord Wulfstan. I wish the King would understand! We have priorities.”

“Of course, my Prince.” Wulfstan mused over his last discussion with the other counselors. Lords Aethelred and Bernard stewed over Rodor’s disregard for the law. Discontent simmered within their hearts. Debates raged in the Council’s meetings. Chauvinism chafed at Taene’s participation at the table. Mithian’s observation ate at them. “The Queen and Princess influence him.”

“Of course they do!” Outrage flared in Kay’s eyes. “They should be working on tapestries or minding some other affair! We should be governing! My father is so sotted over Mother, he allows her more than he should! He is doing the same thing with Mithian!” Terse breath hissed through his teeth. “Where are those knights?”

“The Princess is on schedule if nothing else.” Wulfstan stifled a cough with his mouth.

“What? The treasury is at a deficit! She insists on that? AGAIN?” Kay ground his teeth. “Let the peasants suffer already!” He stalked out of the yard and toward the stairs.

Wulfstan shook his head. Perhaps one day, Prince Kay will become King. We can hope for such miracles. Then this current madness will cease! He scurried back into Citadel’s twists and turns. Plaza’s display? He had no reason to watch that to be honest….

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[Just Inside of the Citadel’s Main Doors—A Quarter of an Hourglass Later]

Kay’s steps through Citadel’s passages failed to compose him. Mithian’s mindset flummoxed him to say the least. Beauty, Intelligence and Warmth attracted potential suitors. Crude behavior, however, rolled eyes. Her hunting skill demeaned many male egos. Then, her potential place on the Royal Council killed interest altogether. Can’t she just act like a normal girl FOR ONCE?? He ground his teeth.

Castellans scattered to get out of the way. Reputation and Experience preceded Kay’s temper. Priority quickly found other places to be…different things to do. Anything and anywhere else but there. Anticipation also deduced Debasement’s barbs for Mithian. Instructions prompted for Intervention. A few rushed toward the Throne Chamber itself.

Kay stood in the doorway. He watched Mithian drag one large wicker basket down to the crowd’s edge. What are you fools doing? You are letting her do that? He leaned against the door frame. His eyes smoldered at the hungry onlookers in the plaza itself. At least the mob shrinks. Perhaps they learn their place? One can hope! Incredulity stiffened him. “Mithian, do not…! You…” He rubbed his forehead. Despite Galahad and Malodius remaining close at hand, Red Flags popped up in his mind. “She’s actually hugging and talking to them? What is she…?” He bowed his head. “This is supposed to be for wedding days not monthly!”

The knights followed Mithian, Britomart and Malodius back up the stairs and inside once again.

Relief and Exasperation fumed in Kay’s head. He concealed himself in Shadows’ darkness. He watched Mithian stumble through the doors. Maybe she might understand how hopeless her bleeding-heart displays truly are?

“So many hungry.” Mithian rubbed her forehead. Frustration evaporated Euphoria’s smile and outlook on her face.

“Still trying to bribe the hearts and minds for your hunts, Sister?” He stepped into view. Disdain glowered in his eyes. Dismissal puffed through his nostrils. Dark curls brushed against his shoulders. “Perhaps a new dress instead?”

Britomart bit back her desired response. She curtseyed. “Milady, these baskets need to be taken back to the kitchen. Might I do so?”

“Please do, Britomart. Thank you for your assistance out there.” Mithian nodded to her. Then she wheeled around on him. “More trinkets and sparring, Prince Kay? I have enough gowns and a few jewels. Without our subjects, we are nothing.”

“Without a husband, you are nothing, Mithian.” His laughter echoed off the granite passages. “You cannot inherit without one. Do you think that rabble will help you?” He pointed toward the door. “My sparring enables me to do what I am supposed to do. Fight, rule and be strong. You should be working with tapestries, receiving courtiers and preparing to raise future children.”

Mithian’s blood boiled. She clenched her fists at her sides. Rodor’s advice about ‘walls having ears’ echoed back in her mind. She regarded Galahad, Ywain and the other knights just within earshot whether next to them or just outside. “I am doing what I am supposed to be doing. I am seeing after our people! I could say more but I will not out here.” A deep breath composed her once again.

“A wise move indeed.” A tall blonde-haired woman shuffled toward Mithian and Kay. Her blue eyes sized up the entire scene. Her emerald gown glided just over her shoe tops. “Princess Mithian is very well aware of her responsibilities, Prince Kay. Did you watch her out there?”

“Mother.” Kay bowed to her. He averted his eyes. He bit back further comments. “I saw her playing to the mob. I worked on my skills before our departure tomorrow.”

Queen Taene curled her lip. “You forget yourself. They are our subjects not simply a ‘mob’. Besides, our responsibilities lay with the people. Diplomacy and military skill are necessary. They exist, however, within a balance. We missed you during the council meeting. The King could have used your insight.” She pointed toward Mithian. “Princess Mithian, when prompted, thought of something overlooked by everyone else. She studies our laws. She looks to King Rodor for direction. I would rather see such balance in both of you.” She shook her head. “King Rodor and I wish to speak with you both. You may wash and prepare for our family discussion. I wish to speak with Princess Mithian now.”

Dismissal now stung at Kay’s pride. Still, he bowed again and turned. Father allows Mother too much authority. She should not encourage Mithian. King Uther would not allow that! He stalked away. Taene’s reference to “our laws” ate at him. Why can Mother and Father not understand that we cannot simply give everything away? He stopped in front of a eastern-facing window. His mind pined for Camelot. Relevancy and Prestige radiated from their neighbor across the Severn. They have a greater army. King Uther has brought order. Meantime, Father cannot even see past the end of his chamber. The lords know why I was not wasting time in that meeting. I could care less about the sorcerers! Let them burn. Then he vanished around a corner.

“I am sorry, Mother. I do not mean to make a scene here in the open.” Mithian nodded to Taene. “I wish to stand up for our subjects.” Red streaked her cheeks. “I tried to keep my voice low and even.”

Taene rubbed her chin. “I watched you both. You lectured him about our subjects. That is something the King and I do not mind raising your voice over. After you made your point, you resumed a polite tone. Words are one thing. Setting an example is another. Come with me.” She guided Mithian toward the door.

Mithian wiped her face with her hand. “It is so hard to watch them, Mother. I would give more if we could do so. There was a man and a boy down there just now and….” She composed herself and looked about the area. “There they are! The boy’s name is Henry. I left some venison in their village a few weeks ago. It made a difference.”

“I am sure it did.” Approval lit up in Taene’s face. “As long as you have adequate protection, Mithian, the King and I support your gifts. How I wish we had magic.” Lament dampened her outlook. “I’d feed them all.” Her eyes alighted on Henry and his elder companion. A nod bobbed her head up and down. “Three baskets of bread are a considerable boon to the crowd. That and your hunts show that you care. I heard Kay’s insult. This means more than a mere gown.” She embraced her daughter.

“What if Kay’s right, Mother?” Mithian bit her lip. “What if I’m doomed to be a spinster? The laws say I cannot inherit alone.” Dread chilled her heart.

“Have faith.” Taene shook her head. Hope sparkled in her eyes. A smile broke through Mood’s overcast. “You are Princess Mithian of Nemeth. Pay no heed to those past failings. They did not respect you. Consider Prince Accolon. Despite King Ruthbert’s issues with your father, Prince Accolon still values you as a friend. Does he not?” Memoria prompted past images into her mind’s eye. “Your birth was a sign. Lady Reyna has predicted great things for you. Even our long-lost knight and Dragon Lord thought so.”

“Dragon Lord?” Mithian raised her eyebrow. “You mean Sir Balinor?” Her mind spun with stories and the Hall of Heroes beneath their feet. “I thought he’d been gone for years.”

“He has been. Still, Mithian, he left to protect us. Sir Balinor put those he loves first. It is a pity. Still, he may one day return.” Taene gazed upon the eastern tree line. “Perhaps he found his beloved again? I hope the goddess was kind in that regard.”

Mithian’s hand stifled a cough. “Maybe he had a son? The people need a hero. I know our knights are good and sound. Malodius is a constant example.” She glanced back at the lion in question who watched in the doorway. “I know you are there.” Gratitude and Mirth sparkled in her eyes toward him.

“We have what she believes we need. Still, a son of Sir Balinor would be considerable indeed!” Taene mused over that point. “Perhaps there is such a young man out there. One can never tell. The King awaits us.” She turned and walked back toward the door. “Thank you, my Friend.” She patted Malodius’ head.

Malodius purred. He bowed to Queen and Princess even as they passed.

“Keep good watch!” Mithian waved to him. Then she followed Taene’s lead into Citadel’s passage.

Perspectives may vary. Hope sowed its crop….

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Chapter 5 [Throne Chamber—A Quarter of the Hourglass Later]

Judicial proceedings occupied the entire afternoon. Case after case had paraded before the dual thrones. Litigants pleaded their issues. Rodor and Taene listened. The gaunt man to their left listened. His quill scratched Detail after Detail onto vellum sheets. Decisions came from the monarchs. Matters resolved and recorded before another followed them.

Circumstance kept Mithian’s usual seat empty on that day. Her donation of good will earned her a respite on Subjects’ behalf….

Malaise and Lack of Caring prompted Kay’s absences more often than not. His latest skip merited (another) lecture….

Rodor took a draught from his gilt goblet. “Are there any other cases today, Lord Blumenwald?” The day’s cases wearied him more than usual. Tension arose from border disputes and competing nobles. Custom established Tolls until a cheat tried to get more than the going rate. Anger flared over forged documents in a previous case.

“None that I can see, Sire.” Blumenwald straightened himself. “I have everything.” His eyes noted Gallery’s restlessness. Insolence and Resistance showed up at times as well. “I believe we have done our business unless you have something?” He looked toward Taene’s throne. “Would the Queen have anything?”

“She would have told me. Very well.” Rodor turned back toward the others. “Thank you, Everyone. That is all for today. Have a safe journey back to your estates. Take care.” He stood and watched the audience back away from him for several steps. Then he saw them turn and depart from the area. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. “You saw, did you not? I am troubled by some of our nobles.”

“You mean the resistance in relation to the Bartlesbottom case? Aye. I have noted the reactions. Lord Aethelwald’s absence seemed suspicious to me. Normally, he and the other counselors are faithful attendees.” Blumenwald stacked the calf skins. “I will have these ready for your review upon your return, Sire.”

“Excellent as always, my Friend.” Rodor’s mood lightened at his High Chancellor’s detailed approach. “Meanwhile, I have to get ready for that trip.” He leaned back against the throne. His eyes bore into the ceiling overhead. Uther and Meleagant each represented their respective challenges in their own right. Together? Well, Gentle Reader, he knew ‘formidable’ would prove an understatement.

“Aye. I have written up our considerations for your meetings with them.” Blumenwald reflected on the forthcoming trip to Camelot. Concern dominated his thoughts over the other rulers. Rodor and his father had stood strong against them. Several times, they’d skirted War’s destructive edge by a hair. Consequences remained behind, nonetheless. “The Queen will be with you.”

“Aye. I have faith in Queen Taene.” Rodor rubbed his chin. He’d seen her dominate in negotiation. “As I do in you as Regent. Princess Mithian knows how to watch. Besides, I believe she and Lady Morgana will wish to catch up. Nay. I worry about Prince Kay.” Worry knit his brow. “I let him go there for tournaments. I want him to see and experience our neighbors’ realms. Still, I see him with the Hardliners on the Royal Council. He and the Princess quarrel about our subjects. He grows intolerant. Jousting, military acts and external diplomacy occupy his thoughts. He rarely attends the essential gatherings. It is not a good look.” He exhaled a deep breath. “If only I could strike that foolish law about women and the throne.” Kay’s attitude weighed on him.

“Princess Mithian, if I may say so, Sire, learns quickly. She studies in the library. I test her from time to time on situations. It is hard to believe she is only fourteen. Her mind already surpasses many Princes twice her age,” Blumenwald assessed.

“Aye. Again, I wish Princess Mithian was the elder and that law was not in place. I’d name her my heiress and make Prince Kay First Knight or allow him that marriage on the Continent that he desires. I mean to speak with the Queen about that. I wish to get him away from the Hardliners.” Rodor saw Taene and Mithian enter. “I see you found our benefactress!” Delight and Satisfaction brightened his face. He rose from the throne and strode toward them.

“Forgive my absence, Sire.” Mithian nodded to Rodor. “I know there were difficult cases. I could’ve learned a great deal from watching Mother and you.”

“Everything in balance, Mithian. I am sure your mother has said the same.” Rodor appreciated Mithian’s thinking. “You have seen property disputes and ill feelings before. You will again. Did your investment work?”

Mithian shrugged. “The group was smaller this time. Still, I was able to give each family a whole loaf apiece this time! There was a boy and his elder there too. My hunt helped their family.”

“I saw a great deal of good out there, Mithian.” Taene hugged Mithian’s shoulders. “Do not underestimate kindness and what it can do. Your brother may not understand. The people, however, know that you have a good heart. They know that you care about them.”

“That’s all I want to do is care about them. Sometimes I wish I was a man. Then I would not have to worry about prejudice because I’m a girl.” A playful snort escaped Mithian’s mouth. “I wonder if Lady Morgana is still at Camelot? I look forward to seeing her. She is like a breath of fresh air.”

“Perhaps she is. I know King Uther and she are close. She and you are very much alike. We will have to be careful however.” Taene paced about the area. “I would have you remain out of sight from King Meleagant as much as possible.”

Mithian cringed. Her skin crawled. Memoria recalled Cawdor’s tyrant and his leers. She bit her lip. “I know my duty. I beg you both. I cannot be married to that monster.”

“We would never do that to you.” Rodor imagined Meleagant’s potential abuse of Mithian to be honest. Her fire and strength would attract violence and humiliation. “There has to be someone for you out there. We are searching. Be patient. The Queen’s advice is sound. Granted, she and I are fortunate. I pray someone out there can love you and be suitable to our needs. Meantime, other than the banquet on the first night, I would have you remain out of sight as well. Perhaps Lady Morgana and you can enjoy yourselves?”

“Perhaps, Sire. Thank you.” Mithian nodded to him again. “I am sure Britomart will come up with something. I was hoping she could come.”

“Actually…” Blumenwald cleared his throat. “Her presence was requested specifically. Apparently, Camelot has issues with their servants. They hoped that she might work with one such young man. Britomart is a servant of quality.”

Pride warmed Mithian’s heart over that compliment. Her smile pushed up against her ears. “She simply wishes to please us through her work, Lord Blumenwald. She’s such a loyal person. I’ll admit that I’m biased.”

“She does earn our favor. This is an opportunity to put King Uther in a good mood. I would not deal with Meleagant and him in sour moods together.” Rodor shook his head.

“Strength and resolve do make impressions as well, Father.” Kay had watched and listened by the door. Britomart’s invitation of sorts rolled his eyes. “I returned but a short time ago.” He nodded to Rodor. Then he kissed his mother’s hand. “Mother.”

“Kay.” Taene narrowed her eyes. She allowed Kay his gesture. Still, Disapproval stabbed through her eyes at him. “You were missed in court today. Mithian had her reasons for not being here. What are yours?”

Rodor raised an eyebrow. “I talked with Sir Richard and Sir Horace. I know you returned two turns of the hourglass ago. You were also seen in the training yard. Two courtiers alerted us to your presence. You also had time to stalk your sister. I do not appreciate you making fun of her charitable activities!” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you think your entire world is this citadel? Is it your armor or time on horseback? Or perhaps the conservatives like Lord Aethelwald or Lord Wulfstan? I’ve overheard you speaking with Count Bernard of Astolat. Be careful of who you listen to.”

“Father….” Kay scowled.

“Kay, what is with you? I do not understand! These are Father and Mother! They are the King and Queen!” Mithian grabbed onto Kay’s arm. “We do not rule simply for the lords and counts! We are responsible for all of our subjects!” She pointed at her dress. “My gown might be a year old. Are there patches in it? Nay. Is it worn or threadbare? Nay. Britomart takes great care with my wardrobe. I do not need to be laden in jewels or gold! Do you see any animal trophies from my hunts like some of the lords have? I would say not! I have what is needed, Brother. I would spend the rest of whatever I have on arrows to hunt with for food or grain to bake for bread. Then, as with Little Henry outside, I can give them a little meat or perhaps a loaf of bread. THAT IS DUTY!”

Kay rolled his eyes at her. “We defend them. They have the opportunity to raise their crops and scrape out an existence. What else should they expect? You are listening to Lady Reyna again? She and her daughter should be dealt with. I know Count Bernard is embarrassed by them. Do you understand what Father is about to deal with?” He pointed at Rodor. “He is about to deal with Kings Meleagant and Uther. Meleagant lusts after you, Sister, whether you like it or not. King Uther wants to be an ally. He wants us to stop protecting sorcerers! Why can you all not see that? What do we owe them?” He threw his hands up.

Taene folded her arms across her chest. Her eyes narrowed. “You will lower your voice and speak to us in a respectful tone, Kay. You are still addressing your King and Queen. Still, you do not understand. Not everything is about agendas or politics. We are aware of Camelot’s, Mercia’s and Cawdor’s aggressive postures along our mutual borders. That being said, your sister said it very well. We rule for them. King Uther likes to blame sorcerers for Queen Igraine’s death. That is how he justifies his genocidal Purge. I hear those lords and Count Bernard’s words coming through your mouth. When you go to those tournaments, how much time do you spend with Prince Arthur talking about such matters? While we should respect King Uther’s prerogative, you agree with him far more than I’d like. Think about our people. Whatever else happens, we are SWORN to serve them first!”

“We protect them, Mother. They would never understand….” Kay stifled Anger’s retort. “Why can they not use magic? Just be like everyone else! That power cannot be controlled! King Uther is right! We cannot trust them!”

“Magic, my Son, is like any instrument or tool.” Rodor ground his teeth. Patience strained to keep him composed. “It is not good or evil in itself. Rather, Intention determines whether it is used for good or evil. Count Bernard did save my life once in battle. Then again, so has the Dragon Lord, Sir Balinor. Lady Reyna has saved many lives with her herb craft and sorcery. She does not have a mean bone in her body. Sir Balinor gave up everything including his love and home to protect us! To protect YOU! Camelot wraps itself in grand tales and a stellar reputation. He and I are opposites. I seek to preserve life and honor all of my subjects. King Uther only honors those who serve his whims. Vengeance, not Justice, moves him. I fear you are becoming too much like him.” A profound sigh escaped his lips. “Proceed with care, Kay. One day, you may succeed me as King. Remember your oath. When I said that I hold your oath, I mean that. We have all sworn to do so. DO NOT FORGET THAT! You are not any better than the lowest born peasant or anyone else!” He drank a big mouthful from his goblet. “We have a turn of the hourglass prior to the evening meal. Both of you should let Britomart and the servants know to pack for the journey. We leave tomorrow at First Light. Meantime, I need some air.” He held out his hand.

“Think on his words please.” Taene squeezed Rodor’s hand in her own. Then he followed her from the chamber.

“I wish I could understand you. You speak so grandly of nobility, but you act as a churl sometimes.” Mithian stalked off toward her own quarters. Necessity demanded a venting session with Britomart before Temper exploded in (yet another) unseemly manner.

Kay curled his lip. “Father has no idea.” He stormed after Mithian’s path up toward their chambers. Bile and Spite burned at him. He knew Arthur and Uther would definitely disagree with those sentiments.

Rifts widened. Factions developed….

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Chapter 6 [Physician’s Chambers, Camelot]

Merlin stumbled through the door. Exhaustion weighed on his shoulders, arms and back. His hands and knees ached. Arthur’s lack of satisfaction rang in his ears. Floors, however, sparkled. Newly made beds awaited guests….

…if only the chamber pot hadn’t slid into his path (again)….

Gaius would yell at me. I just did not have the energy to clean that up by hand. Merlin stretched his hands and arms high overhead. Tension eased (somewhat) from his muscles. His back loosened a little. Wish he was here. He could put some of that lavender and liniment on my back. He shut the door. He surveyed the chamber’s resident mess. His eyes rolled. Gaius is not here. He raised his hand. “Sgioblaich suas!” Canary flashed in his eyes.

Magic’s energy flowed about the chamber. Books floated off floors and tables back toward the bookcases. They slid into place with little resistance. Papers straightened themselves into orderly piles. Sparkling flow scoured away dirt and dried on spills at Gaius’ workbench. Glass cups and apparatus sparkled in Sol’s late afternoon beams. Broom swept Dust into the corner.

He settled into a chair. His hand grabbed an apple from the basket on the table. “At least nobody can see me in here.” His teeth bit into the fruit. Crunch echoed for effect.

You do not really think that? Do you Young Warlock?

He jumped to his feet. His eyes darted this way and that. Gaius’ and Hunith’s paranoia kicked into overdrive. He couldn’t see anyone around himself. His mind tied itself into knots. “Who’s there?” He peered into his bedroom and around the area. He was alone.

How easily you do forget. I am but under your feet, Merlin.

Realization slowly dawned on Merlin. “Kilgarrah?” He scratched his head. “I was trying to make sure that nobody could see me. I did close the door.”

So, you did. I am not lecturing you on the use of your magic, Merlin. It is but a part of yourself. You should learn to use it as a tool rather than becoming too dependent on it. It is like my tail. I can move it. Unlike the shackle around my foot, it does not control my actions. Besides, your tasks build the Young Pendragon’s confidence in you. Be patient.

“Be patient?” Merlin glared at the ceiling. “Arthur complains about everything! He is never satisfied!” He threw his hands up in the air. Irritation ground his teeth and grated on his tone. “How is he supposed to be the Once and Future King if he cannot even get into his own armor or act Princely?”

Once again, I would say that it may be your role to teach him. You and he are but two sides of a coin. I have told you that before. I will more than likely remind you of that again. Weariness sagged on the Great Dragon’s mind. You have growing to do as well, Merlin. Be patient with Arthur and yourself. Remember you cannot run from your destiny. However, heed these words well. Not everything is readily apparent. You cannot see me right now. That does not mean that I am not aware of you. I am speaking to you in your mind. Others would have been able to do so. Priestesses of the old religion would have done so with ease. One could be watching you right now. You must become more aware of your surroundings.

A knocking came from the door.

We shall speak again. With that, Kilgarrah went silent.

Too soon I’m sure… A terse sigh escaped from Merlin’s mouth. He shuffled toward the door. He eased it open to find Gwen and Morgana standing there. “Gwen! Lady Morgana.” He bowed to the latter and stepped off to the side. “Come in.”

“Thank you, Merlin. Please relax. It is all right.” Morgana strode into the Physician’s Chambers. She looked all about the area. “You managed to clean in here as well. I told the King and Prince Arthur that you are learning quickly.” Her eyes alighted on the bookcases and gleaming tables.

“I am not surprised.” Gwen’s eyes met Merlin’s. Pink touched her cheeks. “Thank you, Merlin, for doing as much as you did. I did the other floors around the guest chambers. Milady, we make a great team.”

“Of course.” Morgana looked to them both. Warmth and Approval prompted a smile across her face. “I agree.” She eased the door closed. “That is why I am trusting you both with this. The King actually made this suggestion this morning. So, aye, he and Prince Arthur both know about what I am about to tell you.” She sucked in a deep breath. “You both understand that we are about to host two competing kingdoms?”

“Prince Arthur wanted everything to be the best it can be. He seemed really on edge,” Merlin assessed.

“That is for good reason. Nemeth and Cawdor each have their history with Camelot.” Morgana frowned. “My father never had a problem with King Rodor or his father back in Tintagel. King Ruthbert, on the other hand, shares King Uther’s views on matters with Nemeth. Pity. King Rodor and Queen Taene are fair minded rulers. They care about their people. Princess Mithian and I have a lot in common. Her brother, Prince Kay, shares many of Prince Arthur’s qualities. Cawdor, on the other hand, we should take care with. King Meleagant is a blood thirsty tyrant. He craves dominion and power. Given your relatively short time in our service, it was felt that you might be best served remaining away from the main service.” Her mouth curled about its edges.

Merlin’s shoulders sagged. Great. Now Arthur’s embarrassed to have me around the guests? Restraint bit back an exasperated response. Disappointment weighed further down on his shoulders. “The King will send me away, I am sure.”

Gwen put her hand on Merlin’s arm. “Let Lady Morgana finish what she has to say, Merlin.” She shook her head. “Besides you saved Prince Arthur’s life. You are more capable than you know.”

“Yeah?” Merlin relaxed. A small sort of smile tugged at his mouth.

Morgana nodded. “I was saying as much to the King, Merlin. He wants to help you. In fact, Nemeth has an excellent servant. Her name is Britomart. She has very high standards. She also has a relationship with Princess Mithian much as you do with Prince Arthur. Gwen and she will serve at the high table. Most of the time, the two sides will remain apart from one another. You two will work with Britomart and serve Nemeth’s needs in their apartments. Prince Arthur and the King put George with Cawdor’s servants. You’ll assist Gwen and work with King Rodor’s contingent.”

“Britomart can seem intimidating, Merlin. She can be very nice,” Gwen chimed in. “She cares about her work and her own people. She answers questions. Just do what you always do. Maybe though…watch out for the chamber pots?” A grimace punctuated her statement.

“You are learning the basics. You’re learning about Prince Arthur’s preferences. You care about your tasks for Gaius and us. This is a chance to learn from someone else.” Morgana motioned toward Gwen. “Gwen is a fine role model in that regard. Besides, Queen Taene and Princess Mithian are very kind and patient as well.”

“Merlin, I heard Gaius was away. Father and I have some extra stew. Would you like it?” Gwen curtseyed to Morgana. “Apologies. I did not mean to interrupt you, Milady.”

“Nay. That is all right. You did not. I had finished what I was going to say. You both should speak. I am sure your father and Merlin will get along very well.” Morgana raised an eyebrow at them. “I looked in on the chambers. I am satisfied. Gwen, you can have the rest of the evening. I shall expect you in the morning. Merlin, remember, Prince Arthur is not sacking you.”

“I know. Thank you.” Merlin bowed to Morgana. “I will do my best for this King and Queen.”

“Thank you, Milady.” Gwen curtseyed again.

“Good night. Enjoy your meal.” Morgana walked out and back down the passage. Her mind already turned back toward the coming visits. Will it be enough to keep everyone separated? Why did Gaius leave now? What happens if there is an emergency? She walked down the stairs and down the main floor’s passage toward the citadel’s central area.

****

Merlin looked around the chamber once again. Nerves suddenly unsettled him. He cleared his throat. “Everything looks good. Sorry.”

“Nay. That is all right.” Gwen bit her lip. She understood Rumors’ circulation throughout the citadel. Walls had eyes. Castellans listened in on each other’s conversations. Her heart raced at being with Merlin alone. “It would be nice to talk. I have mentioned you to my father. He would like to meet you just as a friend of course. I would like you to have a good meal.”

“Sure. Thanks, Gwen. Friends are nice.” He walked her out into the passage and shut the door behind them. “After you.” He put his hand out down the passage.

“Why thank you!” She led him down the stairs and out into the plaza. Then they headed for the arch.

Just dinner….

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Chapter 7 [Tom’s House—A Quarter of an Hourglass Later]

Tom came through the door between his forge and the house. Business buzzed on that particular day. Horseshoes, a harness and even two swords found their way to his forge. Craftsmanship and Quality guided his efforts on that day. He flexed his hands. Hunger nagged at his stomach. Toil’s Sweat beaded across his brow and face. “Gwen?” His handkerchief dried his face.

Nobody worked about the dwelling. Table remained unset. No fire burned in the fireplace. Food remained covered with a cloth in the corner.

“Hmm.” Tom ladled himself a cup of water from the wooden bucket. He took a draught to ease Thirst’s parch in his mouth and throat. “Gwen must be taking care of something for Lady Morgana.” He placed a few pieces of wood in the fireplace.

Gwen walked in the door. “Father!” A smile spread across her face. “I will have dinner warmed up. I hope you do not mind. Prince Arthur’s new manservant is by himself tonight. He came from up north.” She draped her shawl over the chair.

“Mind? Of course! Is this the young man who saved the Prince?” Tom’s face brightened. “I would like to meet him. I have heard stories.” He noted Gwen’s interest and nerves at that point. His mind wanted to know more about this particular guest. He saw Merlin standing in the doorway. “Welcome! Please come in.”

“I just kept him safe.” Merlin cleared his throat. “Hi. My name is Merlin. As Gwen said, I am new here in Camelot. I am Prince Arthur’s servant and Gaius’ apprentice. Gwen says you are a blacksmith?” He looked about the residence. “This is really nice.”

“It has always worked well for us.” She lit the fire. Then she brought out a big wooden bowl. “I will get this heated back up. I do not think you have told us where you come from, Merlin.” She met his eyes briefly. Then she returned to her duties.

“The village is called Ealdor. It is in the Essetir right over the border.” Merlin swallowed. Nerves flared inside of himself again. “We are nowhere near as big as Camelot.”

“I imagine not.” Tom regarded Merlin again. “Small village?”

“Aye. We work together to survive. My mother’s hovel is about half this size. We are happy though.” Merlin shrugged off the point. “She wanted me to have a better life. She sent me to Gaius. I’m learning healing and herbcraft from him. As Gwen said, I’m Prince Arthur’s manservant.”

“I think I know where it is.” Tom pondered Merlin’s description. “On the other side of that border valley. Right? Very friendly people although they are cautious. I suppose that comes from living in complete isolation.”

“Cenred’s troops want us to help fight their wars. We just do the best we can.” Merlin tried to keep a smile on his own face. “Now if I can figure out everything in the citadel, I will be all right.”

“You heard Lady Morgana earlier, Merlin. You have only been a servant for a fortnight. You are learning how to do everything. It takes time.” Her spoon stirred the stew. Scent filled the area. “Hope you like pork. I made too much.” Worry weighed in her voice.

“If your cooking’s like your housekeeping, Gwen, it will be great! This is a treat. Thank you.” Merlin grinned at her. “We might get this in the Fall after Harvest.” His mood eased a little. Her manner relaxed him to be honest. He preferred her companionship to Arthur’s bellowing to be honest….

…even if her father still had him on edge….

“I imagine so. I am glad we have something to share. An apprentice to Gaius the Royal Physician? That’s quite an endeavor in itself. We can never have enough physicians. Do you have any background?” Tom noticed her looking toward them. Then she’d turn back toward the stew. She brought out three wooden bowls.

“Mother taught me some things about herbs. I am certainly not Gaius or anywhere near a healer. I do know how to be with people and keep them comfortable. Mostly, I follow Gaius’ directions. Someday, I will be good enough to be a healer on my own. Pardon me.” Merlin turned toward Gwen. “Can I help?”

“You may if you wish. Thank you.” Her smile outlit the fire’s glow on its own. She handed him one bowl. “That’s for Father. I have one for each of us. There’s also some bread too.” She brought the other two bowls to the table. Then she uncovered the bread and set that between them as well.”

“I wish I had some apples from the village. I would have brought them. I miss the cider.” Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s this apple mash we’d make with pork too.”

Tom nodded. “Apples flavor that pork really well. Sometimes they have cider here in the market, Merlin, after Harvest. It depends on what the merchants have in their carts. I am sure King Uther’s kitchen staff know about that.”

“They do. Lady Morgana lets me have an apple after I finish with her chores.” She set a smaller spoon by each bowl. She cut off a few pieces of bread and handed one apiece to Merlin and Tom. “I still cannot believe that farmer paid you with that hog, Father.”

“I know. That was a welcome surprise. At least Aethelred the Butcher still owed me for that shoeing I did a while back. He took care of this and salted some hams.” Tom watched her refill his cup. “Thank you, Gwen.”

Merlin waited for her to join them at the table. “Gwen and someone else are going to help me with these table settings. So much to remember.” He squirmed.

She shook her head. “Merlin, you need more patient with yourself. You have to learn what Prince Arthur expects. Lady Morgana has us working together. She likes you. Father, you had to learn the forge.” She pointed at Tom.

Tom spooned some stew. He blew on it. “Do you think I learned blacksmithing in one day?” He shook his head. “Gwen is giving you some good advice. Listen to us.” He savored that spoonful. “She’s worked on stews and soups like this one. I learned as an apprentice. Gaius is teaching you one thing. Prince Arthur has expectations too. That is a lot to think about.”

“And you have all of us to help you. Prince Arthur’s a manly hero type. Merlin, you are sensitive and kind. He does not know how to deal with someone like you.” She drank from her own cup.

“I hope so. I want this to work out.” Merlin enjoyed a few more spoonfuls from his bowl. “My neighbors back home would love this. Thanks again.” He relaxed even more so by that point.

“Well, that’s good. Maybe one day.” She nodded to him. “Just take a deep breath. You will learn basic table settings. Now, enjoy your dinner.”

“Best listen to her, Merlin.” Tom pointed at him with his spoon. “She is a good teacher too.”

Merlin bit his lip. Arthur demanded perfection. He wanted to rise to the occasion.

Perfection, however, had to wait for Competency first. Challenge and The Rub lay with that….

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Chapter 8 [Next Morning—Camelot]

Sol peeked out over Horizon’s eastern edge. A gentle breeze rustled branches and a few leaves. Shepherds minded their flocks. Activity stirred around the Citadel. Royal Visits and Negotiations kept bureaucrats and knights alike on edge. Others struggled to step into their roles.

And some areas? Well, roles ran into each other….

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[Merlin’s Bedroom]

Merlin snuggled under his blanket. Dinner had exceeded his expectations. Tom’s advice eased his mind. Apprenticeships—as manservant and Gaius’ assistant—made more sense. Gwen’s manner put him at ease. Her stew proved a royal treat indeed. Her support soothed his nerves. Several times their eyes met. Giddiness and Warmth unsettled them both. His feet barely felt the ground underneath themselves on the walk home. Best of all, George occupied Arthur.

Reality, for once, was good….

Sleep claimed him. Morpheus eased Concerns’ hold over his mind. A sloppy smile spread across his face. Possibilities presented themselves to him. Future’s potential path pushed just a bit farther into Conundrums’ fog of sorts. Maybe Gwen and he could be back in Ealdor’s simplicity? Maybe they’d care for Hunith and Tom at some point? Possibilities…maybe… Light burned off said fog. Shaking unsteadied his gait. Beautiful Dreamer’s Fantasy shattered akin to China against Granite….

“MERLIN, WAKE UP!!! YOU SLEEP LIKE THE DEAD!”

Wait, Gentle Reader, that wasn’t part of any dream…more like Nightmare’s abduction….

Merlin rolled over. “Wha…? It’s not even full….” His eyelids forced themselves open. His teeth ground. He almost jumped.

Arthur narrowed his eyes at him. “So you can get up! Come on, Merlin, get dressed!” He held a candle close to Merlin’s face.

Merlin rubbed his forehead. His mind struggled to catch up to Reality’s state of affairs. Morgana and Gwen awaited him within Hourglass’ next two turns. “Prince Arthur? George is getting breakfast for you, I thought?” A pained grunt came from his mouth. He forced himself to sit up in bed. The morning was going so well! Gwen and I were supposed to work together. I’d be with Lady Morgana and actually have some patience. But nay! I get *this*! He hates my work, but he cannot deal with George! Really? An exasperated breath hissed from his mouth.

Arthur snorted. “While you were enjoying yourself last night, I endured his inane prattling on! You know that man tells jokes about cleaning and polishing? Can he be any more boring?” He held up the previous day’s tunic. “Look at this!” He shoved Wine’s stained cuff right in Merlin’s face. “He will never learn how to fill a goblet! He is hopeless!”

“So, I’m not so bad?” Merlin forced himself out of the bed. He pulled the blanket back over his mattress. Opportunity offered him a chance to make some headway with Arthur at that point. “Maybe I can learn a few things?” His foot kicked aside Previous Day’s tunic on his way toward the drawers. He grabbed a clean top. “Just need to get dressed.”

Incredulity raised Arthur’s eyebrow. “You are hopeless…just not as much as George! Get dressed!” He shrugged. “We do not have time for complaining! I am hungry! My wash needs to be done! The stables need mucking out! My sword needs to be sharpened!”

“Really?” Merlin pulled his night top off. His eyes rolled. “I thought George could do that. He loves polishing the candle stick holders.” He pulled his blue top on. His hand stifled a cough. He felt Arthur’s dirty look searing into his back. He tied his neckerchief around his neck. Lady Morgana and Gwen are supposed to be teaching me about table settings this morning. I hope they understand. I wanted to learn more before Nemeth’s guests show up. Really! Guess the Prat cannot wait. He pulled his brown jacket on.

“I need you to learn about chain mail repairs and my chambers, Merlin.” Arthur shook his head. “My father will not care. Let George learn something about filling goblets in your place.” A terse breath escaped his mouth. “Come on! I have a meeting with my father soon! I expect breakfast in short order since you decided to sleep in!” He stormed out of the room and down the stairs toward the main chamber itself.

Somehow, Merlin resisted Temptation’s cue for a spell-induced trip or prank. Gaius’ scolding rang through his brain at that point. Not worth the headache. He forced himself across the floor and after Arthur. Disappointment dampened his spirits at that point. So much for a morning with Gwen. Yeah…I just had to save the Prat’s life. He grabbed for Bread’s last crust on his way out the door. “See you upstairs.” He bowed to Arthur and headed for the kitchen.

Sometimes, Reality fell short of Expectations….

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Chapter 9

Gwen strolled up the cobblestoned way between Camelot’s Lower and Upper Towns. First Light promised a fresh start. Day’s beginning beckoned of Potential. Her heart skipped a beat out of every half-dozen. Her eyes sparkled. Rest had refreshed her. Dinner had gone well….

Aye, Good Reader, that dinner….

Father really likes Merlin! They get along really well. Merlin loves my cooking! Maybe if Milady, Britomart and I can teach Merlin all of these things, Prince Arthur might accept him? Merlin can learn! I know he can! She rubbed her chin. Father can show him about armor. He can teach Merlin how to polish and repair chain mail. Imagination filled her mind with Hope’s and Fantasy’s possibilities. Maybe Merlin can take over for Gaius in a few years? We could both be in the royal household still! Maybe Prince Arthur could free us after he becomes King one day? She scoffed off that notion. Prince Arthur has more to do than that! As if he’d ever be interested in me much less free me? She rushed into the citadel and up the stairs toward the royals’ apartments. She curtseyed to several lords along her way. She spied the familiar dark-haired figure in the brown coat and dark pants ahead of herself. There he is! She sucked in a deep breath. Her feet threatened to follow Heart’s floating way down that passage. “Ready to begin?” Hope seemed to sail toward its desired port….

…until Arthur’s scheme set Iceberg in said Vessel’s path….

“Of course!” George spun about to face her. He straightened his own neckerchief around his neck. Disdain arched his prim eyebrow. “We must prepare for Nemeth’s King and Queen! They must get the very best service!” He straightened his jacket’s cuffs. Polishing rag sat next to a covered platter, goblet and wine bottle on the small table next to himself. His throat cleared…loudly.

Shock stopped Gwen in her tracks. She stared at Merlin’s replacement. Agenda turned on its ear. Her heart nearly stopped. “George? Why are you not…?” She looked back toward Arthur’s chamber and then back at him again.

“Why am I here?” George curled his lip. “Because Prince Arthur wants me here! That’s why!” Ego puffed his chest up akin to Souffle. “He wants that peasant to mess everything up!” A loud scoff came from his lips. “What Prince Arthur sees in that bumpkin halfwit is beyond me!”

There are a lot of things that are beyond you. George’s insult raised Gwen’s back. Her eyes narrowed. “Merlin is new to our service, George. He is NOT a halfwit! He is very nice. He wants to learn how Prince Arthur likes things. There is the fact that he saved the Prince’s life as well?” Gwen slipped past him. Lady Morgana is not going to like this! “I am going to let our lady know that you are here. I do not want you startling her.”

George shook his head. “Very well. Please tell Lady Morgana that her breakfast is going to get cold. I thought I’d change things up for her. Initiative is a good thing after all!” Disdain wrinkled his nose.

Gwen refused to rise to George’s bait. She eased the door open and slipped into Morgana’s chamber. Then she shut the door behind herself. No wonder Prince Arthur cannot stand him. Still, King Uther wanted Merlin to work with us. How is Merlin supposed to learn about those things? Pity nagged at her heart. She sighed. She eased about the chamber. She noticed Morgana’s emerald gown in a wicker basket. Apple cores and Grape’s stems sat on a platter. An empty goblet sat beside the platter. At least our lady is always considerate! She picked up the platter.

“Mmm….” Morgana turned. Her eyes slowly opened. “Gwen?”

“Aye, Milady.” Gwen curtseyed. “I was straightening everything up from last night. Thank you for leaving everything as you did.” She set the platter back down. “Let me get your robe.” She reached behind the changing screen. She brought out the garment in question.

“Of course.” Morgana sat up in bed. “So…how was last night? Did Merlin and your father get along all right?”

Gwen’s smile spoke volumes all on its own. “It went so much better than I thought! Merlin likes my cooking. Father and he talked for a while. Merlin is really excited about this upcoming visit.” She helped Morgana into her robe. “I hope we can get him trained before the guests arrive.”

“Hope?” Morgana tied her sash around her waist. “Gwen, Merlin should be here at any time. I told him that yesterday afternoon.” She noted Gwen’s mouth fighting not to frown. “Gwen? Is there something I should know?”

“Milady…” Gwen cleared her throat. Her eyes darted toward the door. “There’s….”

A loud knocking cut in at the door.

“Who would dare?” Morgana all but jumped out of bed. “Gwen? Do you know what that is?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Milady, I am sorry. Prince Arthur apparently wants a change.” Gwen squirmed. Her head bowed. “I was as shocked as you will be.”

“Shocked? Who would?” Morgana’s eyes went wide. “Nay!” Then she rubbed her forehead. “The King wanted Merlin here and him with the Prince!” She stalked across the chamber. “Gwen, of course, it is not your fault. How could it be? Let us see what he brought.” She opened the chamber door. “George.” Somehow Mask of State managed to project Serenity’s expression. She turned and walked back inside. “Come in.”

“Thank you, Lady Morgana!” George bowed to her. He hustled the covered dish inside. “Pardon the food. I hope it is not cold.” Then he brought the wine bottle and goblet in as well. “I have a fresh goblet for you too.” He set them on the table one after the other. Then he put the napkin bundle with fork and knife in it.

“I am sure the food will be fine, George. Thank you.” Morgana managed to keep her tone even. “And I will only require the goblet half-full.” She raised the cover to find cow livers and shredded cabbage there. Disgust wrinkled her nostrils. In spite of her best efforts to the contrary, she scowled and set the cover back down on the platter.

“Lady Morgana? I thought you would like a good serving of meat….” George stared at Rejection’s response to his efforts. He started to reach for the wine bottle.

Gwen turned her back. Her hands slapped over her mouth. Somehow, she kept her silence. Merlin would *never* have made that mistake!

“Gwen, please bring this back to the kitchen. I’d like the sausages and peppers if they are there. If not, you know what is suitable.” Morgana shook her head at him. “Thank you, George. That will be all. Come with me.” She walked back over to the door and opened it. “Follow me.”

“At once, Milady. I will be right back.” Gwen curtseyed. She bore the offending platter away from Morgana and down the passage toward the stairs. She cast a strange look back toward the chamber in question. George is no valet in spite of what he thinks of himself. How would Prince Arthur expect George to do this? Memoria recalled Merlin’s words from the previous night. Prince Arthur relies on Merlin in spite of the complaining. Then again, he could also want to avoid George as well. She kept right on going.

“Of course.” George failed to understand Morgana’s meaning. Why is she so upset? I brought her a filling meal. She likes beef. I wanted her to have the best part! Dignity maintained his stiff upper lip.

Morgana shut the door and led him toward Uther’s office. Diplomatic plans lay in the balance. Merlin’s future development mattered to her as well. Perhaps a suitable place could be found for George?

Questions pressing all around for sure….

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Chapter 10 [Physician’s Chambers—A Turn of the Hourglass Later]

Merlin looked over Gaius’ tasks on the workbench. Rosemary, lavender, yarrow and hogswort dried on an adjacent table. He put three ginger roots into a jar. Prepared tinctures waited to go out to patients. Arthur had two slices of ham and a thick slice of bread for breakfast. He made the bed. Due to Patients’ needs, he caught up on Gaius’ rounds. Wish I could mix up the rest of the tinctures for Gaius. I can prepare the herbs at least. Maybe I can cut some rothsbane in the woods before the Nemeth contingent’s arrival? I still have to check over Arthur’s chain mail and muck out those stalls.

Knocking came from the door. The door creaked open. “Merlin?”

He almost jumped out of his seat. “Lady Morgana?” He hustled toward the door. “Is everything all right?” He stopped and bowed to her. “Prince Arthur let me work on these herbs and tinctures before those rulers arrive. He said George was your valet. I….”

She walked into the chambers. “I know all about it, Merlin. Everything is all right. Gwen told me that you had intended to work with us. You still are. George is mucking out the stables right now. The King still wants George to wait on Arthur during these visits.” She looked over the table and regarded his handiwork. “How many medicines do you need to deliver?”

“I have about a half dozen tinctures to deliver, Milady. I was also drying those herbs for Gaius. We need rothsbane. I know where to find it. I can run there and back in a few hours. Those bottles will be ready to be delivered by the time I get back. I would like all of this to be done today. Then we can be ready for those visiting rulers?” He stifled a cough with his hand.

“Leave the chain mail to me. I will see to it. The Prince and I talked to the King a little while ago. King Uther knows you are doing what Prince Arthur and I are telling you to do. He appreciates your dedication to Camelot’s health in Gaius’ absence. Cut that rothsbane. Get it back here.” She walked over to the window. She noted Sol being almost at its zenith. “If anyone left Whitgate last night, they could be here later today. Princess Mithian does not care to wait.” A sniff and a smile spread across her face. “If she is close by, take care in the woods.”

“Take care…? I would identify myself to the knights with Britomart and her, Milady,” he assured her.

“I know that, Merlin. Princess Mithian, among other things, is a skilled hunter. She might be hunting with her crossbow or bow out there. I’m just asking that you watch your surroundings. Am I clear?” She shot him a firm look. She held up a sealed letter. “Keep this safe. You are still new to Camelot. I am sending this letter with you. I do not know if you will meet up with anyone or not. This will identify you to them.”

A Princess who likes to hunt? Really? He tried to wrap his head around that notion. “Aye. I will do that. Thank you.” He tucked the envelope into his jacket. He added another bow. “Is there anything you need, Lady, before I leave?”

She shook her head. “Gwen has everything under control, Merlin. By the way, thank you. She really enjoyed herself last night.” Approval prompted a smile for his benefit. “I am not surprised you are working on these things. Take a horse from the stable. That will get you there and back faster. We will see you later on. I will want Gwen to work with you before King Rodor and Queen Taene arrive. Take care out there. King Meleagant and Cawdor’s knights could be close by as well. They are not friendly to Camelot in general. There could be thieves out there as well. All right?” Expectation prompted a firm look at him. Then she turned and walked back out into the passage.

I just hope I can get to that meadow and back. Merlin collected his bag and sample jars. The horseback ride will save time at least! The thought of extra chores or other potential issues weighed on his mind as well. Guilt ate at him. Despite his griping, he appreciated his job after all. Gaius would tell me to get Arthur’s tasks done and out of the way. I did that before Morgana reassigned those jobs to George. The thought of the stuck up chamberlain in the manure brought a smirk to his face. Humble pie suited the conceited George very well. Still, Turnabout could come at some point—Morgana’s purpose or not. Uther’s purpose or not.

Welcome to life between Rock and Hard Place, Merlin….

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Chapter 11 [Five Leagues from Camelot—Two and a Half Hours Later]

Calm seemed to govern the western road between Camelot and Gedref. Rain swelled Severn’s flow. Whitewater frothed around rocks in the river’s midst. A few hawks glided by overhead. Their eyes searched the grass and woods below for prey.

Omen perhaps?

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[Cawdorian Encampment—Adjacent Woods]

Cawdorian knights patrolled a clearing amidst large trees. Two dozen knights inspected their weapons. Some ate a meal. Others drank from their water skins. Scouts tied their horses’ reins to trees. They rushed through their brethrens’ numbers. Fear and Obedience lent haste to their steps. Ahead, a conference awaited….

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On the camp’s western edge, a muscle-bound man mountain glared at the Severn. Lust and Bloodthirstiness sparked in his eyes. Raven Dark Hair ran every which way. Thick beard touched his hauberk’s bottom. Land and Power called to him across the raging waters. Sol sparkled against chain mail’s links and the crown atop his head. Crimson surcoat carried Cawdor’s symbols on his chest. A large sword hung over his hip. A mace sat by his right side.

Ambition…aye, Good Reader…that nasty thing….

Meleagant narrowed his eyes. Ambition harkened toward Conquest’s wave sweeping across Britannia. Nemeth appealed as the easiest and smallest target. His scouts reported on the kingdom’s weakness Much like his own realm, Whitgate and Gallsborough in the northwest proved the only fortified cities. His army would control the countryside in a few weeks. Siege would starve out the two towns. Then, he’d kill Rodor, Taene and their brat son. He’d silence Mithian and force her to be his Queen. From there, he’d strike out against the other kingdoms. Camelot would fall last…he’d savor that….

…first things first however….

Rodor has to come this way. He and Uther really think I am here to negotiate? A cruel snigger grated through the air from his mouth. With talks as cover, a trap sat on that side of the river. His knights watched for the Nemeth contingent’s approach. Three dozen knights would overwhelm Nemeth’s guardian escort. Then he’d sweep them all back across the Severn and a half day’s ride back toward Cawdor. Uther will have no idea until it is too late. If he tries to rescue them, it will be war. Let him come. A cruel smirk spread further across his face.

“Sire?” The scout stopped a few feet away from Meleagant. He bowed before the tyrant. “There is news!”

Meleagant raised an eyebrow. “Rodor is not supposed to be here for a day at least, Worm! He does meander along. What is your nattering about?” Menace burned in his eyes. “This had better be important!” His fists clenched at his sides. His lip curled.

The scout shuddered. “Aye! I would not approach if it was not! Sir Mortimer, Sir Harold and I rode along the road toward Camelot. A league and a half from here! There is an advance party from Nemeth, Sire! We saw them camping there. The Prince talked with the knights. The Princess thought herself clever. She and her fire-haired servant went into the meadow. Four knights went with them. There are but eight left! They are still beyond Camelot’s range of sight, Sire!”

Meleagant mulled over the report. Caution normally governed Rodor’s thinking in such matters. Still, Overconfidence and Assumption led to Opportunity. Prizes remained akin to Quail awaiting fatal shafts in flight. Kay and Mithian meant ransom, crippling terms and his desired marriage. “Very good, Worm! You have earned another chance to please me! Get ready! We ride!”

The scout bowed again to Meleagant. He backed away step by hesitant step. Then he turned and ran back toward his waiting horse. “ARISE! OUR KING HAS BUSINESS FOR US!!”

Meleagant rolled his eyes. He pulled Coif over his head. He put his helmet on over that. Anticipation lifted his spirits. He flexed his arms. Then he stormed across the camp. “PAY ATTENTION!!”

Activity ceased around the camp. The knights stood and turned toward their master. Their eyes remained fixed upon Meleagant’s. Their ears tuned to his words. Fear and Experience had taught them to do so if they valued their lives.

Meleagant scowled. “LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL! OUR CHANCE HAS COME! MOUNT UP! NEMETH HAS BLUNDERED INTO OUR MIDST! THEY ARE BUT A LEAGUE AND A HALF FROM OUR POSITION! TAKE THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS ALIVE! KILL THE KNIGHTS! I WANT THE SPOILS! DO NOT LET THEM ESCAPE! TO YOUR HORSES! RIDE HARD! DO NOT FAIL ME!!” He marched to his own horse and climbed up into the saddle. He spurred his horse into a dead gallop toward his prospective victims.

The Cawdorians bowed. Swords buckled around their waists. Urgency all but shoved them into their saddles. Reward and Satisfaction pressed their horses right on Meleagant’s heels. Hooves struck the ground. Dirt’s clouds flew into the air. Horse lengths devoured the distance with frightening ease. Before Hourglass could manage another turn, they closed in on Kay’s encampment.

Meleagant drew his sword. “REYNALD! TAKE FIVE OF YOUR KNIGHTS! PURSUE PRINCESS MITHIAN! SHE IS NOT TO BE HARMED! DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH THE FIRE HAIR! I DO NOT CARE!”

Reynald bowed in his saddle. He pointed toward the five closest knights. Then he rode into the meadow. Ambush and Surprise directed him to slow his advance. Stealth wanted to sneak up on Mithian and Britomart. “Dismount and stay close. We do not want them to see us.”

The Cawdorians dared not to defy orders. (Granted, they thought to surround Mithian and prevent her escape. Orders, however, were orders after all….) They dismounted and slipped behind Grass’ blind. They followed behind Reynald.

Four Nemethian knights, however, lay between Mithian and them. They drew their swords. Duty demanded a stand. Loyalty insisted on victory or death.

Reynald grinned. “FOR CAWDOR AND MELEAGANT!!” Sol sparked from Sword’s edges. Glory for one side…Dishonor for the others.

Such as it would go….

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Chapter 12
[Nemethian Encampment, Three and a Half Leagues from Camelot—A Third of a Turn of the Hourglass Earlier]

Kay stalked about the temporary encampment. Unforeseen circumstances delayed Rodor and Taene back in Whitgate. Apology’s scroll lay waiting for Uther in his saddlebag. Necessity prompted rare agreement between Mithian and him for haste. Breaks remained short and limited. Still, Exhaustion overwhelmed basic capabilities. Sir Galahad cannot train these knights for an overnight ride! What madness is this! Impatience stewed within him. “Sir Rodrigo!”

A slender man with shoulder-length dark hair and beard rushed up to him. “Aye, my Prince?” He bowed.

“Keep the knights on guard.” Kay raised an eyebrow. “We are barely a turn of the hourglass from Camelot. We should have pressed on.”

Logic guided Rodrigo to understand Kay’s point. Still, he noted Hunger’s and Exhaustion’s needs for the knights. “The knights needed a rest, my Prince. We are deep in Camelot’s territory. Surely, we are safe?”

Kay frowned. “We should be. King Meleagant is coming with his knights. Until we are inside of Camelot’s walls, I will not feel safe. I want to press on soon.” Instinct kept him on edge. Trust for security—even with the Knights of Camelot enforcing it—remained in short supply. “Let the Princess know.”

Rodrigo bowed his head. “With respect, Sire, Princess Mithian and her maid….” He cleared his throat. “They’re gone. Sirs Harold, Denis, Thibault and Guillaume went with them. She took her crossbow with her.” He bit his lip.

“She did what?” Kay clenched his fists at his sides. Once more, Mithian’s improper outlook stewed in his craw. Despite Rodor’s instructions to the contrary, he’d told her firmly to remain within their numbers. Hunts or any such nonsense endangered Security’s protocols. He’d expected her to rest, eat a meal and think on conversation topics for Lady Morgana and other women in Camelot’s court.

Mithian, of course, rolled her eyes behind Kay’s back. Rebellion’s snort echoed throughout the camp. Barely a dozen heartbeats later, she and Britomart disappeared into the meadow. She’d drawn an entourage of the aforementioned knights with herself.

Can she *ever* follow common sense? No wonder no nobleman with any sense or protocol will commit to her! Kay’s next draught from the water skin drowned potential curses or thoughts about his sister. He looked about the camp one more time. Eight knights remained on duty. Our forces are now split. I wish we were within sight of Camelot. This is madness! Mithian, you know better than this! Father told us to be careful even here! We cannot be lax!

“We can go after her, Prince Kay,” Rodrigo volunteered.

“We have to. I would not deal with the King and Queen if something happens to her. We….” Kay’s order stopped in mid-sentence. Thunder echoed down the road toward them. The ground shook. “Who would…?” He drew his sword. “KNIGHTS! TO ARMS!” He rushed toward the camp’s center.

The knights jumped to their feet. Swords slid from their scabbards. Within a few heartbeats, everyone had flanked Kay. Blades stood ready for combat.

“STAND READY! HOLD!” Kay held his sword at the ready. Battles in Gaul and Germania had prepared him for most situations. He’d spent more time there than in Whitgate itself. In fact, Forte lent more to Ambassador than Governor or King. Still, Ambition lusted after Rodor’s throne. Mithian’s supplanting him in Rodor’s eyes burned in his craw. Consequently, he welcomed this chance to burn through his rage.

Meleagant rode down on the encampment. “SURROUND THEM! LET NONE ESCAPE!!” He watched his knights ring their counterparts and Kay completely in a line of metal and horses. Their swords pointed at the outnumbered Nemethians. He savored Triumph’s quick stroke. A grin spread across his face.

“King Meleagant?” Kay nodded for Protocol’s sake than anything else. Disbelief elicited a shake of his head. “What is the meaning of this? King Rodor is coming to negotiate with King Uther and you! We mean you no harm or disrespect!”

Meleagant sniggered. “Ever the naïve buffoon! Prince Kay, you are such a boy! No sentries or scouts? The Emperor Doun among others would pay me for your hide! Perhaps King Bors might do so to keep you alive? Maybe Uther? How much will your father pay?” Satisfaction and Avarice sparked in his eyes and face. “You are outnumbered at least three to one. My lieutenant, Reynald, will bring Princess Mithian back to me. My scouts, unlike yours, know where she and her maid are.” He signaled for his knights to open the circle. Then he rode into it. “Surrender! Tell your knights to drop their swords! There is no escape for them or you. Your sister will be my Queen! I will demand that old fossil, Rodor, abdicate in my name!” He dismounted. “Do not test or tempt my blade, Prince!”

“Sire.” Rodrigo looked at Swords’ ring about them. Sharp points jabbed toward their numbers. Odds remained long. Perhaps if Galahad, Ywain, Prince Bors, Prince Accolon of Tintagel or their loyal lion stood at their side. Their blades or claws would sway the balance.

Kay curled his lip. “This is an outrage! We ride as diplomatic envoys! This is Camelot! We are all here with King Uther’s permission!”

“Do you think I really care about such things?” Meleagant’s laugh grated in Kay’s (and Nemeth’s knights’) ears. “I used these negotiations to draw King Rodor out from behind Whitgate’s walls. This worked out far better!” He raised his own blade. “Do not challenge me. I am trying to keep you alive and unspoiled, Prince! YIELD!”

Kay spat on the ground. “SO BE IT! DROP YOUR WEAPONS! WE WILL ACCEPT HIS TERMS! I VALUE YOUR SAFETY!” He threw down his sword.

The knights did the same. They raised their hands to show their acquiescence.

Meleagant sniffed. “All too easy.” He held up his hand. “THEY ARE NOT WORTH KILLING! THEY WOULD BE USEFUL SERVANTS! TIE THEIR HANDS! THEN WE WILL WAIT FOR REYNALD!” He pulled a rope from his saddlebag. He kicked Kay to the ground. He yanked Kay’s arms behind his back and bound them together. Then he looped the rope around the other’s arms and waist. He stuffed a red cloth into Kay’s mouth and tied it off in the back. “You have your uses.” He shoved Kay against a nearby oak tree. “STAY, BOY!”

Kay stewed. Betrayal proved costly. Imagination drew up lurid images of Meleagant’s intentions for Nemeth, Mithian and himself. He forced himself to remain stock still. Mask of State would not allow Fear’s signs to bleed through. Mithian, for once, maybe that Amazon fetish will be worth something. Get away! Find help in Camelot!

Fate had plans for Mithian of a different sort it seemed…..

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[Meadow—About a League Away]

Mithian stalked through the late afternoon woods. Sol beat down thin unseasonable fashion. Brush passed over her white riding top. Occasional branch scraped against her dark pants. She held her crossbow in a lowered position. Her quiver hung over her left hip.

The elements around herself cooperated with the endeavor. Clouds and approaching storm front held off. Breeze puffed in her face. All except the heat of course. A few knights chased out potential game…for simply observation in this case.

Observation…not an outright hunt….

Mother would complain about my exertion. Kay thinks I should just embroider my way to Camelot and be quiet. Mithian sniffed at those notions. I wish Father had received permission from King Uther to hunt on Camelot’s lands. I would not cause a diplomatic situation for my needs alone. She squatted low in the brush.

Not even twenty yards ahead, a rather large buck stepped into the clearing. Antlers reached a good ways from his head. His eyes looked all around. His dark nose sniffed at the air. He stiffened. His eyes looked all about. Then he turned back. Majestic strides ate away the remaining distance between him and the preserving forest beyond.

Who did that? I am downwind and undercover! Mithian frowned. Irritation chafed at her. She looked about the area. She spied nothing out of the ordinary. Nobody is in line of sight. There is no scent or odor to set that deer off. What…? Something tapped on her arm. She jumped and turned.

Britomart crawled up beside her. “Milady, maybe we should head back toward the camp? Remember what the King said?” Caution kept her on high alert. Her sword remained close at hand. “The Cawdorians could be close by as well.” She motioned toward the deer’s escape point. “Something spooked that deer.”

“I am aware of that, Britomart. Thank you.” Mithian took a deep breath. She is only looking out for me. Remember that. “The camp is but a few hundred yards back there. There are a few knights with us.” She pointed back toward the trees and road in back of them. “King Meleagant needs to negotiate with Father. He certainly would not try anything.” She spied a hawk gliding through the blue backdrop overhead. “I would love that someday.”

“We all would.” Britomart watched the bird disappear back over the treetops. Despite her previous observation, she enjoyed these outings be they hunts (usually) or restrained nature watches (like at that point). “This meadow goes on for a ways to the east.” She pointed over the waving grasses and blooming flowers toward Camelot’s towers just scraping into view. “There it is. Just over those last trees.”

“Aye.” Mixed feelings churned in Mithian’s gut at that point. Anticipation looked forward to visits with certain acquaintances such as Lady Morgana and others. Still, Camelot’s policies burned at her. How can anyone simply hate magic or the Old Religion just because they are there? It is how they are practiced! She shook her head on that note. “I am sure they will offer a splendid display. Be wary. There is always something lurking underneath that cover.” Her frown curled about the edges of her mouth. Then she spied someone ahead of them in the grasses. “Who is that?”

“He seems innocent enough.” Britomart’s hand shielded her eyes from Sol’s intensity. “He’s picking the flowers.” She ran her hand through the flowers on either side of them. “These are medicinal herbs. Perhaps he is working for Master Gaius or another healer?”

“Perhaps. I wish to see for myself.” Mithian got up and hustled toward the gatherer in question. Curiosity tugged at her. Perhaps Insight drew her in that direction? Alas, Gentle Reader, we can never tell….

“Milady!” Britomart winced. What is she doing? It is not like she has not seen a peasant or their like before in the forest! She whistled back toward the trailing knights. Then she took off after Mithian before the latter’s rashness got them into trouble.

Chance meetings could stir certain things after all….

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Chapter 13 [A Third of an Hourglass Turn Earlier]

Merlin rode Morgana’s horse over the meadows west of the Citadel. Wind blew through his hair. The horse’s strides soothed his nerves. Gratitude for Morgana’s intervention eased his mind. I respect Arthur’s not wanting to deal with George. I want to serve him. The King and Morgana want me to learn. Wish we could do both. Wonder what these royals are like? Hopefully not prats! He eased across the stream cutting through a slender tree break and up onto the opposite bank. A little while later, he spied the magenta flowers. There! He pulled up on the horse’s reins. “Maybe we can get these flowers and then get back?” He dismounted and grabbed his necessary items from the saddlebag. Then, he stooped into the grass. Blade cut flowers. He put them in his bag. For several of Hourglass’ grains, he repeated this procedure.

“Hello!” a female voice called out.

He looked up from his task. He spied Mithian hustling toward him. A shaft stood ready in her crossbow. “Uh…hello?” He stood up. “I am out here collecting herbs for Gaius and Camelot.” He looked her over. “I am not armed except for the knife. That’s for cutting the flowers.” He set the knife down.

The horse whinnied at Mithian as well.

“Master Gaius?” Mithian lowered her crossbow. “Pardon me, Sirrah.” She lowered her crossbow. “I am in unfamiliar territory. “That is King Uther’s court physician. And your role?”

He picked up the knife and put it back in the bag with the flowers. “I am Gaius’ new apprentice, Merlin.” Her impetuousness and brazen rushing up to him inspired Robbery’s fears or worse. He slipped both into his horse’s saddlebag. “I am also Prince Arthur’s new manservant.”

“Milady!” Britomart reached them. “I was worried! I didn’t know…” She regarded Merlin. She held her sword up. “Who are you?”

“Britomart, it is quite all right.” Mithian held up her hand. “This is Merlin. He is Prince Arthur’s manservant and Master Gaius’ new apprentice apparently. I think we are all right.”

“Britomart? Wait. Do you serve Nemeth?” He stepped back from the horse. “There’s a servant by that name who’s coming with King Rodor and his family to Camelot.”

“Aye. I am Britomart. You are the servant I am working with?” Britomart lowered her blade. “At least you know your herbs, Merlin. I am training with our physician, Master Wyngate. This is Princess Mithian. She is King Rodor’s daughter.”

“Princess…?” He stared at Mithian. “Sorry.” He bowed to her. “I did not realize. I….”

The horse whinnied. His ears perked up. Anxiety prompted a loud neigh.

“Now what?” Merlin rubbed the horse’s side. “It is all right. What is it? What?” His eyes went wide. He pointed back across the meadow. “Are they with you?”

Mithian and Britomart turned to find several crimson clad knights overwhelming Nemeth’s knights. One knight on horseback galloped toward them. Eagerness spread a grin across his face. Prizes lay within his reach.

“Milady! RUN!” Britomart raised her sword. She braced herself for a fight.

“Nay! Britomart! I cannot leave you!” Mithian raised her crossbow again. “STOP! YOU ARE NO KNIGHT OF CAMELOT! I SEE CAWDOR’S SYMBOL AND COLORS ON YOU!” She fired the bolt at the charging knight. Then she reloaded and fired again.

The first bolt buried itself in his shoulder. The second whizzed by the knight’s ear but startled the horse. The horse reared and knocked him from the saddle.

Meantime the other Cawdorian knights finished with the Nemethian guards. They spied their fallen comrade and the trio. They ran toward their main objectives.

“Milady! We need to flee!” Britomart grabbed the fallen knight’s horse’s reins. “We have no time!” She mounted the Cawdorian horse. “Get on behind me!”

“She can ride with me.” Merlin climbed up onto the saddle. He put out his hand. “Can you…?”

Sarcasm’s snort puffed from Mithian’s lips. “Of course I can!” She got on behind him. “GO! Pardon me.” Her arms snaked around his waist. Her hands grabbed onto each other over his stomach.

Conspicuousness reddened Merlin’s face. Her touch startled him for some reason. His mind slipped for a minute. A warm feeling floated up and down his spine. Buzzing burned in his mind. What is this? He sucked in a deep breath.

“MERLIN, GO!!” Mithian kicked the horse to start Escape’s flight from the threat. She jarred him back to his senses. “MERLIN!”

“What? I…HEY!!” Merlin caught the flopping reins. He urged the horse on faster and faster. “BRITOMART! FOLLOW US!” He kept the horse at a restrained gallop across the short meadow.

“Why are you slowing down, Merlin? They are right behind us!! HURRY UP!” Mithian looked over her shoulder. She saw Britomart three lengths behind their horse. The Cawdorians lingered far behind and out of view (at that point at least).

“We have a stream ahead! See those trees?” Merlin pointed toward the trees straight ahead. “We get over that and we have meadow between Camelot and us!” He eased down the bank and back across the stream. Then he eased the horse back up onto the bank. “BRITOMART!”

Britomart led the captured horse along their path and up to them. She spied Camelot’s towers and wall in clear view. “Prince Kay and our escort is back there! What of them?” She looked back over her shoulder toward the trees.

He bit his lip. “Apologies, Princess. We will get help in Camelot! I’d rather have the Prince’s knights look for them.” He urged the horse to a rapid gallop across the meadow. They wove between a few stands of trees. He led them back onto the main road and toward the drawbridge.

“MERLIN! THEY’RE COMING!” Britomart pointed down the road. “COME ON!” By now, she pushed her horse within a length and a half of Merlin’s horse.

Seven Cawdorian knights urged their own steeds on. Ambush had awaited a hundred yards down the road. Alas, Good Reader! One eagle-eyed adversary saw them emerge from the trees and river. Dust flew under their horses’ hooves. Meleagant’s orders and Failure’s repercussions urged them ever onward. They’d sought to catch up before the trio came in sight of Camelot’s walls.

Ramparts’ sentries spied the chase down the road. Some rushed down the passages toward the main citadel. Uther, Arthur and their fellow knights needed to know about the developing situation outside.

“THE DRAWBRIDGE IS JUST AHEAD!” Merlin urged the horse onward. “Sorry, Princess. I am…doing my best! We can get the knights inside!” He pressed them across the drawbridge and into the city itself. “Is Britomart back there?”

“She is right behind us, Merlin. Thank you. Can we reach the Citadel? King Uther and Prince Arthur must know! Prince Kay is still out there with the other knights! The King and Queen are coming a half day behind us.” Mithian saw Britomart literally pull up a horse length behind them. “At least she’s safe.” She noted the Cawdorians watching from outside of the city. “We made it just in time.”

“Milady, we were fortunate indeed.” Britomart sucked in a deep breath. Her eyes looked back toward their pursuers. “Merlin, thank you.”

Alarm put Camelot at full alert. Warning Bell chimed loudly. Onlookers scattered like mice. Questions and raised eyebrows wondered about Merlin and his two strange companions. Sentries pointed down toward them. Cawdorian knights glared at the walls from outside.

Merlin frowned. “I just rode as fast as I could. I am glad we got back in here all right.” He urged his horse onward through the Lower Town and up the cobbled road. Within several heartbeats, he spied the familiar arch and turned right into the plaza. He finally pulled up in front of the Citadel. “We are here!” He dismounted. “Princess?” He held out his hand. “Need assistance?”

“Thank you, Merlin. Take my crossbow? Otherwise, I am fine.” Mithian handed him the weapon. Then, she dismounted from the saddle’s back. “I would like to see King Uther.” She pulled off her riding gloves. “I wish to acknowledge your efforts whether you see them as such or not.”

“I just hope Britomart remembers that when we are training later.” Merlin tied the horse to the hitching post. “Need me to tie your horse’s reins, Britomart?”

“I can see that you care and are loyal, Merlin. That is all that matters to me.” Britomart tied the Cawdorian horse next to the other horse. “As Milady has already expressed, thank you. You reacted well. You got us out of that situation. Such matters should be recognized.”

“MERLIN?” Arthur rushed down the stairs. Assumptions ran amok through his head. He spied the Cawdorian horse. “Morgana said you were collecting herbs for Gaius! Who are these women? Was this horse stolen from King Meleagant? So help me! You start a diplomatic incident NOW?” He grimaced.

“Sire.” Merlin bowed. His teeth ground behind clenched lips. “I was collecting herbs. They came up to me in the meadow beyond the stream out there. Then, these red-clad knights fought with the green knights. A rider came after us. Britomart just got his horse away from him. We rode back here. The other red knights tried to trap us on the road. I rode through the meadow and got around them. We made it in here.”

“Prince Arthur?” Mithian curled her lip. His attitude grated on her sensibilities. “Merlin deserves praise not hostility. I am Princess Mithian of Nemeth. I believe my maid, Britomart, and I are expected? Meantime, my brother, Prince Kay, is still out there with our escort. King Rodor and Queen Taene are but a half day behind us. Obviously, my father’s concern for Cawdor’s lack of decorum has some merit?”

“Princess…?” Arthur cleared his throat. Humble Pie stuck in his throat. He regarded her riding garb. “Forgive me. I did not realize….” He motioned to Leon. “Assemble a patrol. We leave at once! Merlin?”

“Maybe I can make sure Princess Mithian and Britomart see the King? I know I am a servant but…” Merlin sighed. Class distinctions grated on him. He saw Morgana stepping out onto the upper step. “Lady Morgana!” He waved to get her attention.

“Merlin?” Morgana pulled her skirt slightly up. She hustled down the stairs. Her eyes alighted on the visitors. “Who? I…Princess Mithian? Britomart? Is that?” Her face brightened.

“Lady Morgana, it has been too long!” Mithian embraced Morgana. “We came ahead with Prince Kay and some of the knights. The Cawdorians laid an ambush for us close to here.” She looked to Merlin. “Merlin guided us back here safe and sound. I need to see the King.”

“Lady.” Britomart curtseyed to Morgana.

“I can take you to King Uther, Princess and Britomart. I believe Merlin can help Prince Arthur for now? He will rejoin us later.” Morgana nodded to Merlin and motioned toward Arthur.

Gratitude prompted a nod from Arthur. “We will be right back down. Merlin, follow me.”

“Yeah.” Merlin reached into his saddlebag. “Britomart, can you hang onto these flowers for me? I need to dry them later for Gaius.”

“We will make sure of it, Merlin. Thank you.” Mithian accepted the bag from him. “Be careful out there.” A smile broke through Seriousness’ overcast across her face. She looked the apparent nondescript servant over once more. “Come, Britomart. We should not keep Lady Morgana or King Uther waiting.”

“Of course.” Britomart bowed slightly. “Thank you again, Merlin.” With that, she hustled after Morgana and Mithian.

“Sire, I can help you with your armor. I don’t know everything but….” Merlin started to offer.

“That would be fine, Merlin. Since you are training, I can allow you that. Follow me.” Arthur nodded to Merlin. In spite of surface bluster to the contrary, Appreciation lightened his attitude toward Merlin’s initiative. His rescue of Princess Mithian and her servant merited Reconsideration’s grace in certain regards.

“Maybe George could…polish…your armor?” Merlin stifled a cough with his hand.

“Merlin.” Arthur rolled his eyes at the thought of The Replacement Valet (Wannabe). He turned and stalked into the Citadel.

Merlin bowed to Mithian and Morgana. Then he hustled after Arthur. At least this cannot get any worse.

Gwen raised an eyebrow at him. Her throat cleared. Then she went to assist Morgana.

Merlin sighed but pressed on. Sometimes Trouble shouldn’t be tempted in any way, shape or form….

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Chapter 14 [Throne Chamber—A Sixth of an Hourglass Turn Later]

Uther regarded his entire court. Outrage clenched his fingers around the throne’s right arm rest. Meleagant’s breach of the peace shattered Politics’ negotiations and delicate balance. Ambitions remained at risk. Moreover, Challenge spat on Camelot’s suzerainty in its own lands. Assaulting Nemeth’s caravan nearly within sight of the walls? Kidnapping Kay? Pursuing and nearly taking Mithian as well? Pushing said pursuit further to the moat’s edge itself?

Intolerable…

His blue eyes blazed at no one in particular. Royal Council and he would talk shortly. Priorities, however, remained with Rodor, Taene and Kay. Morgana supported Mithian. Merlin stood with Britomart and Gwen along the west wall. Arthur restrained himself to his right. Royal Order kept the younger Prince from riding off in reckless pursuit.

Mithian set her jaw. Short breaths maintained Composure’s grace. Rodor and Taene had drilled Mask of State into her very psyche. Now, despite Youth’s continued inexperience, Duty demanded Strength’s resolve. Meleagant’s threat remained real to Nemeth, parents and herself. Hunter pursued Prey through wood, water and cover. Usually, she pursued game. Now, she was the pursued. She would not be an easy mark however….

…Reynald’s wounds proved that case by themselves as we know, Gentle Reader….

“Thank you, Sire.” Mithian nodded to her host. “Britomart and I appreciate your walls.” Gratitude and Diplomacy kept her tone even. History’s accounts told of issues between their kingdoms. Purge’s pain and horrors burned in her craw. Necessity, however, demanded this alliance. Preferences remained Luxuries in such situations. “My concerns are with Prince Kay in addition to King Rodor and Queen Taene. Your household’s quality is notable as well.”

Uther nodded. “Camelot will do everything it can to assure their safety, Princess Mithian. I can assure you of that. I will send Prince Arthur and a company of knights toward the Severn to escort King Rodor and Queen Taene here. Sir Leon will take another force to pursue Meleagant toward Cawdor. We will recover Prince Kay and the other knights. If I may, Princess, thank you for the compliment. I do not understand your meaning.”

“Princess Mithian is referring to Merlin’s rescuing her and her maid from the Cawdorians, Sire.” Arthur cleared his throat. His eyebrow rose at his servant. His mind attempted to parse together how Merlin managed to outride an entire Cawdorian ambush and get Mithian back there. How does he rise to such moments but cannot watch his fat feet around my chambers?

Merlin felt the attention. He squirmed and bowed to Arthur. “I was out there picking herbs for Gaius, Sire. I just did the right thing.” He looked toward Mithian. “Princess Mithian shot the only mounted knight on horseback. That’s the horse Britomart rode in on. You can thank Lady Morgana. She allowed me to use that horse.” He bowed to Morgana as well. “Thank you, Lady Morgana.”

“Thank you, Merlin. I wished for you to be efficient in your duties. Now I am glad I insisted you take the horse.” Morgana marveled at Merlin’s modesty to be honest. Deflection simply chalked his feat up to Duty’s ‘all in a day’ column. Others would seek reward. Merlin? Not really….

Mithian shook her head. “Aye. I shot that knight, Merlin. You reacted immediately. You followed orders. Moreover, you did not panic. That is worthwhile in itself.”

“Thank you, Princess. Again, I just did my duty. I am glad you are safe.” Merlin bowed to Mithian and then Uther again. “Sire. Apologies.”

“Apologies?” Uther glanced toward Arthur and then back at Merlin again. “I do not understand. This is the second time in less than a month that you have risen to the occasion. I appreciate your humility and desire to serve. These qualities are to your credit. It is why we have requested aid to improve your skill as a servant.”

“Second time?” Mithian raised an eyebrow. Uther’s assessment drew her interest. “Sire?”

“If I may, Father?” Arthur met Mithian’s eyes. “Merlin saved my life and stopped a threat to the court a fortnight ago. The King named him to his position because of that.” He kept a straight face. Bumbling Inexperience infuriated him. Still, Courage and Bravery peeked out from underneath. Instinct recognized something under the surface. What is it about you, Merlin? He narrowed his eyes.

“I rewarded him with service in my household befitting Merlin’s social status, Princess Mithian. Beyond that, the Knights’ Code overrides the Capability Laws here in Camelot. Pity that he is not descended from nobility.” Uther shook his head.

Mithian stifled Objections in that regard. Father would make Merlin a squire or allow him to train with the knights at the very least! No wonder Kay feels as he does about Britomart and the other servants. “I…see.” She turned to Merlin. “Well. I wish to thank you, Merlin, in front of your fellow castellans for your bravery. King Rodor will wish to do so as well.” I wonder if Father would request him for our household as part of the negotiations? I’d see if he and Britomart could work together.

“He may of course. Camelot is of course unified in our desire to see to your safety. King Meleagant’s affront will not go unanswered. I can assure you.” Uther rubbed his chin. “We should also reach out to King Cenred and Lord Bayard as well. We will do what we can to stabilize the situation. Meantime, Prince Arthur and Sir Leon, take the knights out. See to King Rodor’s and Queen Taene’s safe escort here. Prince Arthur, you will return with them. Sir Leon, you will go after Prince Kay and the Cawdorians. Am I clear?”

“Perfectly, Sire.” Leon turned to Mithian. “We will not fail you, Princess.” He bowed to her.

“I am sure you will not. Thank you, Sir Leon.” Mithian nodded to him. “And I wish you success, Prince Arthur, as well.”

“Thank you, Princess. We will see to the King and Queen. They will be safely back here. If I may, I require Merlin’s services to prepare.” Arthur nodded to her. “Come on, Merlin.”

“Coming, Sire.” Merlin bowed to Mithian once more. “Thank you for your kind words, Princess.” His eyes met hers and lingered there for several heartbeats. He forced himself to turn and follow Arthur from the chamber.

Mithian exchanged looks with Britomart. Respect increased for Merlin’s abilities in their mutual eyes. She noted Gwen’s eyes stealing looks in Merlin’s direction. Her praise elicited reactions from Gwen. Is there something going on between Merlin and her?

“Come, Milady. We should get you settled into a guest chamber.” Britomart glanced at Gwen. “Perhaps Guinevere can reacquaint me with the kitchen? I can bring you some wine?”

Gwen smiled. Despite Jealousy’s previous ill feelings, Memoria overrode them with previous collaborations with Britomart. “I can do that. If Milady Morgana will allow me?”

“Of course! Princess, I have a couple of gowns that I can lend you. I believe I know just the ones! Unless King Uther needs anything else?” Morgana turned to Uther. “Sire?”

“That will be all for now. If we hear anything else, you will be the first to know, Princess Mithian.” Uther nodded. “Thank you, Morgana, for seeing to her needs. That is most appreciated. If you could show her to the chamber furthest on the left?”

“I am happy to do so. Follow me, Princess. Gwen, go ahead with Britomart. Let her pick out whatever wine the Princess would like.” Morgana nodded toward Uther. Then she led Mithian toward the passage.

Gwen mulled over the events. Embarrassment reddened her face over previous feelings in that regard. “Let’s see what we have for the Princess, Britomart.” She curtseyed toward Uther and led her fellow servant toward the kitchen.

Adjustments and issues remained it seemed….

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Chapter 15 [Arthur’s Chambers—Another Quarter of an Hour Later]

Merlin followed Arthur into his chamber. Questions popped up in his mind. Armor? What do I know about armor? Why could I not have asked Gwen and her father first so I wouldn’t look like a complete idiot first?

Gwen….

Great. She was not happy about the Princess’ praising me. I deflected that praise. I was just doing my duty. I saved her and Britomart from those Cawdorian knights. We are servants. Princess Mithian’s royalty. Uther made my place *really clear*. Merlin shook his head. He felt a hard shove. “Sorry.”

Impatience narrowed Arthur’s eyes at Merlin. A terse breath rasped between clenched teeth. “Stop daydreaming like a girl! I have to lead that patrol!” He pointed toward the far cabinet. “I know you have seen my chain mail and gear in there. Lay it out across the bed.” He changed tops, pants and boots. His mouth curled into a frown. “I cannot figure you out, Merlin.”

Restraint kept Merlin’s desired response in check. Remember you are still learning. “You cannot figure out…?” Merlin brought out the chain mail. He placed hauberk, wrist braces, belt and scabbard, sword, helmet and sur coat. One by one, he laid each piece on the bed. He stepped back from the bed.

Arthur conceded a nod. “You have all of the pieces.” He raised an eyebrow. “I try to figure you out. How is it that sometimes you can barely get around the castle without tripping on a chamber pot or doing something stupid? But something happens…you face me in the Lower Town, that situation in the Great Hall or what happened in that meadow…and you become this whole other person. I wish I could figure you out. Which one are you really?”

“I wish I knew, Sire.” Merlin bit his lip. That is a question. Gaius’ advice about keeping his head down came to mind at that point. Adjustments from village life to the big citadel/city spun his head. The citadel had more people than Ealdor…or that part of the Essetir for that matter. Wonders still popped up in his path. Inferiority dogged his steps at every point. Arthur’s conflicting sides came up for him as well. Brash bully? Father’s son? Noble leader?

Maybe it is for you to shape him into that Once and Future King…. Kilgarrah’s words echoed through his mind.

Merlin forced himself back to the situation at hand. He picked up the chain mail. “Ready for this?”

“Aye. That is a good first step. Make sure the hood is in the back. That is a coif.” Arthur let Merlin slip the chain mail on the right way. “Now the surcoat.” He let Merlin put that on as well. “Now the hauberk. That’s the piece that goes over my neck and shoulders. Impress me.”

Merlin kept a straight face. Remember the Princess’ concern. We have to keep her parents and brother safe. He hefted the piece and put it down a bit too hard…partially on Arthur’s head before it settled into place.

“Watch what you’re doing!” Arthur cuffed Merlin on the arm. “Be careful!” He held his arms out. “Put the wrist supports on me.” Annoyance bristled at him. He watched Merlin do so. “Better. Secure the buckles in the back.” He secured his own wrist braces.

Merlin nodded. He secured the hauberk’s buckles in place. “Your belt.” He pulled the belt around Arthur’s waist. He raised the helmet from the bed. “On your head?”

“Under my left arm will be fine.” Arthur’s tone softened again. He allowed Merlin to slip the helmet under the designated arm in question. “Fine. Anything else? Like how I would defend myself?” Temper prompted a hard clearing of his throat. He forced himself to stop at that point.

Merlin stepped back and looked Arthur over. “I…oh!” His eyes rolled at himself. He picked up the sword and brought it to the Prince. “I…”

“In the scabbard, Merlin.” Arthur curled his lip. Once again, the ‘how can he do this but not that?’ rant ran through his head. “Ease it in there!”

“Okay.” Merlin puffed out a deep breath. He set the sword into its sheath. “No shield?”

Arthur forced a cough. “Nay, Merlin. You forget a sword but remember a shield?” He eyed his sword in its scabbard. He nodded. “Passable for a first time. Work on it.” He sucked in a deep breath. Diplomatic implications weighed on his shoulders. Legend and Dark Stories circulated about the Red Knight of Cawdor. Scorch and Burn defined that one’s campaigns. Intimidation chilled Arthur’s heart for a few heartbeats. He used us to get at Nemeth! Really? Indignation burned at him.

“Those knights scared me. They were worse than the ones who used to raid our village for Mercia.” Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. “Just talking about myself.”

“That’s because you are a servant. I am the Prince, Merlin. I cannot afford to get scared. Now come on. Follow me outside. I’ll need you to saddle my horse. Then stay here. You can learn from the Princess and her maid while I am gone with the knights.” Arthur led Merlin out the door and back into the passage.

Yeah. I know I’d be scared. Magic or no magic. An idea dawned on Merlin. He grabbed a cloak and hood from a nearby laundry basket. Then he pressed on after Arthur.

Training was about to take on a whole new twist….

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Chapter 16 [Severn Crossing]

Nemeth’s main contingent pressed toward the river’s rushing waters. Vigilance kept the emerald knights on high alert. Six knights rode ahead of Rodor and Taene to scout the road and crossing ahead. Four others rode behind them. Their eyes swept over the entire area. Mithian’s and Kay’s contingent were supposed to meet them there.

Malodius trudged through brush and between trees. Stealth assisted in his mission to protect the entourage. Cover enabled him to get around Camelot’s issues. A low growl came from his mouth. Despite Truce’s promises, something ahead burned at his senses.

Tensions remained high….

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Taene rubbed her stomach. Sharp pains stabbed through her. Numbness and Chills twitched at her arms and upper back. She could barely hang on in the saddle. She wanted to push on for Camelot at a faster rate. Ginger failed to ease Nausea’s discomfort. She narrowed her eyes. “I told you. I am fine.”

“I’m still asking Master Gaius to look at you. Britomart will speak with him.” Rodor shook his head. Master Wyngate, in spite of all of his knowledge, failed to diagnose her ailment. Symptoms grew worse. Hopes lay with Gaius’ skill and experience. Worry occupied his mind and heart. Negotiations held promise. Results, however, remained far from assured. Personalities could serve as roadblocks in their own right. Trust remained low. Disaster remained a likely outcome….

“We should be preparing to deal with Meleagant and Uther. My situation should not distract us. Nemeth and our subjects are our priority.” She sat up straight and tall in her saddle. “I hope that Kay keeps his head in Camelot. I worry for him.”

Rodor nodded. “This will be his last visit here. The scene over Mithian’s last grant proved the final straw for me. I want him to be more involved back in Whitgate. He cannot simply brush off our responsibilities. He can follow Mithian’s example. If there is one upside to this expedition, Prince Arthur can provide a worthy example for him in certain regards. He has to learn to be more than a soldier. His focus should be at court and not on dreams beyond our borders. I fear for Nemeth after we are gone.” He pressed ahead. “Sir Galahad?”

“Aye, Sire?” Galahad dropped back to ride astride Rodor and Taene. Concern creased his brow. “If I may, Sirs Reginald and Yates are about to cross the river ahead of us. I was just at the shore. There was no sign of our other knights. It is too quiet for my liking, Sire and Milady.”

“Surely King Uther would maintain security?” She put her hand in front of her mouth. Grating coughs still put everyone on edge. “Apologies, Sir Galahad. Please continue.”

Galahad averted his eyes from her. “I would recommend staying on this side of the river for now. Until we do cross the Severn, we stand on Nemeth’s and Camelot’s shared ground. Malodius can help us here.” He bowed in the saddle. “I do not want to tell you what to do.”

Rodor held his hand up. “Nay. You offer your observations. We should not simply rush across and into danger. We should keep our options. I do not trust Meleagant to keep his word. Uther, for all of his bile, can be trusted in regard to our negotiations. Ride along this side of the river. Meantime, we can rest here.”

A whistle pierced the air. Reginald and Yates galloped back toward the main group. Panic widened their eyes. Glances continued over their shoulders. “SIRE! MILADY! CAWDOR IS THERE!”

“Cawdor is…there. Of course, King Meleagant is!” She coughed into her hand. “We…”

Cawdor’s knights spilled forth from the trees on the adjacent shore. Much as with Kay’s and Mithian’s contingent, their numbers threatened to overwhelm Rodor’s group. Men on horseback crossed the rushing waters with impunity.

“Knights!” Galahad drew his sword. “Defend the King and Queen! Ywain! Stay with me!” He crossed swords with a particularly tall counterpart.

Malodius roared. He sprinted off toward the river. His emerald eyes narrowed. Claws extended from his paws. He scattered the oncoming knights akin to Pins in future alley. Claws rent chain mail. Fallen horses pinned their riders underneath themselves. Swords bounced off of his magical hide. Within a dozen heartbeats, his fight had run its course. He stomped back over toward the others.

Galahad knocked his adversary’s sword away from him. He held his own blade to the other’s throat. “Now, Sirrah, I believe my King and Queen would like some answers. What is this? What have you done with our comrades, Princess Mithian and Prince Kay?” Purpose stabbed from his eyes.

“I believe those are all good questions, Good Knights. What is King Meleagant’s aim in this matter? We mean him no harm. We are here simply to negotiate,” Rodor insisted.

“You are alone. I would do what Sir Galahad suggests,” Ywain chimed in. He glanced down at Malodius. “Finished already with them?”

Malodius growled. Impatience flicked his tail. His ears lay down flat. His eyes went back toward the river again.

Who knew what surprises awaited?

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Chapter 17 [Camelot—Mithian’s Guest Chamber]

Mithian looked out her chamber’s window toward the west. She and the courtiers had watched Arthur, Leon and the knights ride toward the Lower Town and drawbridge beyond. Her eyes rose over towers and the walls toward meadows beyond. Worry ate at her. Kay and our knights should have been here by now! Where are they? Why did King Meleagant attack us? We are here under an agreement to negotiate! What about Mother and Father? Are they all right? She narrowed her eyes. Father will not simply cross the Severn. Sir Galahad is an experienced commander. Malodius can help in Gedref. His contingent of knights can fight anyone. She bit her lip. We took the main road not the northern one. What is Meleagant thinking? He attacked right here in Camelot! She regarded Morgana’s gown in the mirror. I should be out there helping to search for them.

“If anyone can find them, Princess, it is Prince Arthur and Sir Leon. It will be all right.” Morgana stood in the doorway. “Might I join you?”

“Of course! Right now, I am glad to have someone to talk to.” Mithian turned back toward Morgana. “This dress fits very well. Thank you, Milady.” She offered the royal nod. “There are a great many mysteries in the world. King Meleagant’s aims are not among them.” She bowed her head. Memoria reminded her about Cawdor’s threats and her King’s leers. Loathing and Disgust soured her outlook on the neighboring ruler. Rodor rejected demands for her hand. “He grows bolder.”

“I can see that.” Morgana frowned. “Still to attack here in Camelot? He knows King Uther will pursue him. He and Prince Arthur will not allow that assault to be unchallenged. King Rodor did not choose for you all to take the North Road. Now there I would expect such an ambush from Cawdor or Mercia. But that far from his own territory? Even if he is here to negotiate as the others are, his act shattered the peace. I wish I could do more for you.”

“You are stuck here as I am, Morgana.” Mithian shook her head. She looked back out into the passage. “The boys do not want to admit that we can fight as well as they can.” A smile pulled up at the sides of her mouth. “That horse Britomart rode in on is a case in point. I shot that knight. I would not let that lout threaten us. The other knights remained too far away and on foot to matter. Your foresight, however, saved us. On foot, we would have been hard pressed to reach the gates. Merlin showed incredible bravery for a servant.” Mithian’s eyes lit up at his name.

Morgana nodded. “Aye. He has surprised us here at court over the past fortnight. Apparently, he is from a village in Essetir. We do not know more than that. He’s been in the dungeon for a night and twice in the stocks though.” A sniff puffed through her lips.

“In the…?” Mithian frowned. “For what?”

Morgana’s eyes rolled. “Apparently, Prince Arthur bullied someone in the Lower Town. Merlin did not know who he was at that point. He wanted to do something about the situation. And…he did.” Her eyebrow raised. “Poor Merlin had no idea he was challenging the Prince of Camelot. All he knew was that he was trying to do something for that other man. And then, the second time…”

“Wait. Second time? Merlin challenged him again?” Mithian stared at Morgana. Her eyes went wide. Her jaw slackened. “Prince Arthur surely did not….”

Morgana coughed. “The story has it that Arthur challenged Merlin. They had some running fight through the market. Prince Arthur kept swinging his mace and missing Merlin. Merlin apparently had him down but do not try and get Prince Arthur to admit that. Merlin got distracted. Prince Arthur beat on him while his head was turned.” She furrowed her brow. “There is something about him, Princess. I do not know what it is. But he is certainly brave. He saved our lives in the Great Hall. He pulled Prince Arthur out of the way of a hurled dagger. That is how he received his position.”

“Is that so?” Mithian accessed him once more in his mind. It is a pity. After today, Father would at least make Merlin a squire or start his training. One more act on behalf of Camelot should be enough to free and ennoble him according to the Capability Laws. “I would say Merlin would bear watching. I would hope Prince Arthur appreciates him. Britomart is like that. She is amazing in what she does.”

“Aye. That is why Uther asked for her to work with Merlin. Gwen is the same for me. The Prince lacks patience in certain regards. Servants are not like knights for them. I know you know that. Merlin works with Gaius as well. He is always doing something around the citadel.” Morgana saw Gwen walk back in. “Gwen? Have Britomart or you seen Merlin?”

Gwen curtseyed. “Nay, Milady. Not since Prince Arthur and the knights rode away to find Prince Kay and the others.” She set the wine bottle and two goblets down on the table. Then she returned with a bowl of grapes and sliced apples. “I was not sure if Princess Mithian wanted some fruit.”

“That is so kind! Thank you, Guinevere.” Mithian marveled at the large bowl. “Where is Britomart by the way?”

“She helped me to get the fruit here, Princess. Then she went to the Physician’s Chambers. Merlin was not in the kitchen. He is not here?” Gwen looked around the chamber. “I thought he would be here. That is odd. Granted, I do not know him all that well.” She filled both goblets with the wine.

“This is odd. Merlin has been more attentive to his tasks.” Morgana pointed to the herbs in their cloth. “That is what he was supposed to bring back to the chambers.” She accepted one goblet and watched Mithian do the same with the other. “Thank you.”

“This is a good choice. My thanks as well.” Mithian took another draught from her goblet. Curiosity wondered more about Camelot’s newest servant. A servant, apprentice healer and a hero all in one? He sounds like Britomart all right. I have a few questions for him. “Gwen, has Merlin told you anything about himself?”

Gwen kept a straight face. Once again, Jealousy ate at her. She is a Princess. Merlin and you are servants. Stop thinking like that. “He told me that he’s from a village up north. They were very poor. I guess they were farmers. He is trying to adjust to being here. I know he is interested in learning to be a healer from Gaius. He really likes his new role as Prince Arthur’s servant. Beyond that, I guess we are all still learning more about him. I must admit that I would like to see that village and meet his mother one day.”

“I have seen hamlets like that. Those folks are of sturdy stock. We should help them. I do hunt. Still, I make sure at least some meat goes to those less fortunate. I would rather not have a new dress if it means someone can eat. That is what is truly important.” Mithian saw Britomart hustle into the chamber. “Britomart? What is it?”

Britomart huffed. “Pardon me, Milady. Lady Morgana.” She managed a bow. “Merlin….” She took another breath. “He is not in the Physician’s Chambers either. Where else would he be?”

“He would not be cleaning Prince Arthur’s chamber. I have his services for your visit at least. He should be here. Where did he go?” Morgana looked out the window. Nothing out of the ordinary stood out to her in the plaza.

Mithian frowned. “I hope he is all right. Where could he have gone?” Suspicions presented one possibility. Nay. He could not have gone after Kay and the others. He is but a servant!

They looked at each other. Questions remained….

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Chapter 18 [Woodland Trail, Six Leagues from Camelot—Three Hours Later]

Merlin slipped through the dusk-lit woods. His heart pounded away in his chest. Akin to Squirrel, his eyes darted this way and that. The brush hid him from Cawdorian sentries. He crept where he could. In other spots, he rushed from tree to tree. His occasional spells distracted the Cawdorians. At such times, he headed for the next hiding place.

Laughter and carousing could be heard ahead.

Guess I found them. Merlin crept up through the brush. He squatted low and watched the developing scene in front of himself. His eyes spied better than a dozen Cawdorian knights in that encampment. Two fires lit the area. Some knights sharpened weapons. Others browned dinner. A dark-haired man mountain waved a chicken leg in the air. His victim, a knight clad in an emerald surcoat, glared at him. He struggled with the ropes tying his hands behind his back.

“Patience!” Meleagant’s teeth tore off a piece of chicken. He barely chewed it and swallowed it whole. “Your King and Queen will be here soon enough! We will have a useful discussion.”

Kay scoffed. “And if it is not useful? Will you deal with us as you did the knights? You’d talked of sparing them!”

“I changed my mind.” Meleagant yanked Kay’s hair back. He glared right into the Prince’s eyes. “You better hope you do not outlive your usefulness to me, Boy.” He pulled the hair again to emphasize his point. “I do not care about you. Your sister would be useful after she’s been trained. BAH!” He let go of Kay’s hair. “Remember that well, Prince.” He stalked off toward the center of the camp.

Now what do I do? Merlin chastised himself. There are a dozen of them and one of me. Wish I could make a fog appear or something.

One day, Emrys, you will be able to. Until then, you will need some assistance, a female voice advised in his mind.

Who are you? Merlin looked all around himself. vHow am I hearing her in my mind?

Telepathy. I am a friend. We do not have time for introductions now, the Voice clarified. Cover your face. Trust me.

Cover my…? Merlin’s eyes narrowed toward the camp.

Fog crept out of the woods. Fires flared. Bluish smoke arose from the flames. Knights stiffened. Their hands numbed. They slumped onto the ground. Kay leaned forward on his ropes. Sleep overtook each and every one of them.

“Cover my face. Good thing.” Merlin tied his neckerchief around his nose and mouth. Who or what is that? Arthur’s going to love a magical being around here! He skirted the camp’s edges. He grabbed a knife from a sleeping knight. Then he cut through Kay’s bonds. I’ll never get Prince Kay out of the woods by myself! Too bad about those knights though. I….

Fog and mist enveloped Merlin and Kay. Chill numbed Merlin’s skin. Humidity dampened his hair. Cloying mists obscured the camp and everything else. “Now what?”

You need help, do you not? I am helping you, Emrys. We will meet soon enough, the Voice told him. You will be close to Camelot.

Close to…? Merlin noted the mists thinning out around himself. The air warmed once more. Breezes dried his hair and skin. His eyes cleared. His ears heard the horse’s whinnying. Disbelief took in everything around himself.

Camelot’s walls and towers loomed just over the trees. Dusk hung on by the barest of ebbs. Luna and stars above showed in the darkening backdrop overhead. The horse neighed at his side.

“Yeah. I got it. I do not know what happened either.” Merlin dragged Kay up to the horse. “I just hope Morgana is not too sore about me saving you or helping to save you, Your Highness.” His eyes glowed.

Kay floated up onto the horse. He settled onto the front of the saddle.

“Yeah. You are welcome.” Merlin’s eyes rolled. Wonder if he is another Prince Prat like Arthur? He climbed up into the saddle behind Kay. He held onto Kay with one hand and used the reins with the other. He glanced back toward the forest. No pursuit yet. Guess that is a good thing? He rode toward the city and across the drawbridge. He galloped through the Lower Town and back up the cobbled way toward the Upper Town. He pulled up in front of the hitching post. “Hello! I need help!”

Two knights rushed down the stairs. They sized up Merlin and Kay on the missing horse.

“HEY! You are that missing servant! They have been looking all over for you!” The knight on the right glared at Merlin. “Where have you been?”

“Finding Prince Kay.” Merlin bowed in the saddle to the two knights. “Can you help me please? I have to get him upstairs to the Physician’s Chambers. Sir Horace, thank you.”

Horace raised an eyebrow at Merlin. Still, he noted the bow. “Mortimer, we can let the King and Lady Morgana deal with him later. Bigger priority is Prince Kay. We can get him up there and see to his needs.” He helped Merlin to ease Kay to the cobbles. “You get the horse. Normally, I’d let the servant here do that. Still, he is Gaius’ apprentice.” He motioned toward Kay’s feet. “Get his feet. We will carry him in between us. Then we will let Lady Morgana know.” He picked up Kay’s shoulders. With Merlin’s help, he carried Kay into the Citadel and toward the chambers.

Merlin frowned. I help and I will probably end up back in the stocks. Great! Worry ate at him. Prince Kay was safe. Nemeth had one less thing to worry about. Still, Uther’s wrath, Morgana’s lectures and Gwen’s worrying all pressed on his mind. Gaius would chime in with his two pence as well. The mystery voice perplexed him as well.

Duty did have its price. He just hoped he could bear the cost…

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Chapter 19 [Dining Hall]

Uncomfortable silence smothered State Ambiance’s welcome. The room practically gleamed. Beef pleased palates. King Bors’ best wine straight from Provence added fruity and yet dry accents. Worry and Concern, however, lent Rigidity’s air to the affair as a whole.

Morgana managed to steal a few bites from her plate here and there. Her eyes kept drifting toward Mithian. Memoria recalled Gorlois’ absence in Tintagel’s service. Hope kept her eyes glued to that citadel’s windows. Hope waited for Gorlois’ return on his trusted stallion. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks. She turned back to Uther. Her mind flashed back….

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[Citadel, Tintagel—Years Earlier]

Routine’s activity resonated throughout the granite passages and chambers. Castellans conducted errands and tasks. Bureaucrats worked with Lord Ruthbert to govern the kingdom. Gorlois and the knights fought alongside Camelot’s counterparts across the Southern Sea. Weeks had turned to months. News had remained scant from Gaul’s eastern territories. Prayers pleaded for their safe return.

Ladies labored over Tapestry’s finest details. Needles threaded stitches through rough cloth. Mental images flowed through their needles and onto the fabric itself. They endeavored to have a fine gift prior to Gorlois’ return.

An elderly gaunt woman looked up from her work. Her eyes surveyed the chamber and others’ activity. Most others worked on their portions. She noted the dark-haired girl staring out the window. “Princess Morgana, do you not want to do your share?”

A pained sigh escaped Morgana’s lips. Boredom rolled her eyes. Tedium robbed her interest. She could’ve cared less about the tapestry or gifts. She just wanted her father. She pined for his strong embrace and commanding presence. Unlike many of her age, she understood Throne’s demands on Gorlois. Pride warmed and strengthened her. “Father will be here soon. I know it, Countess Hilda.”

Hilda nodded. Morgana’s belief had remained constant. Her bond with Gorlois endeared her to the entire court. She and the other women watched Morgana sit by her father’s side on a small wooden chair of her own in the Throne Chamber. She outwrestled the boys. Her reading advanced well beyond her age. Preference lay in a horseback ride rather than knitting or sewing. Oftentimes, Ruthbert’s son, Accolon, and she would ride under guard at such times. Still, Hilda and the others wanted Morgana to turn to more feminine works.

Morgana, predictably, could’ve cared less. Knights’ procession grabbed onto her attention. Camelot’s and Tintagel’s banners punctuated Procession’s numbers. Solemnity guided the warriors in that way. Welcome Bells silenced all too quickly. A wagon in their midst carried a special bier. She failed to spy her father. Wrapped Bundle grabbed onto her attention. Dread elicited a gasp. “Nay! NAY!”

“Lady Morgana.” Hilda cleared her throat. Insistence sharpened her tone. “The King should be honored. We….”

“Countess Hilda, that will be quite enough.” Ruthbert stood at the door with a blonde-haired boy. “Accolon and I will see to Lady Morgana.” Curses flew through his mind. She had to be watching. I told those fools to keep the body out of view. “There will be another time for that.” He cleared his throat and bowed to Morgana. “Lady Morgana? King Uther is waiting outside.”

“King Uther?” Morgana recalled Camelot’s King and her father’s friend. Uther had treated her well. His kindness stood out to her. “Accolon?”

“Lady Morgana.” Accolon bowed to her. His father’s directives restrained him to Formality’s most polished reserve. Heaviness weighed on his blue eyes. “Father and King Uther want us to come with them.”

Morgana nodded. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her breath rasped. “Stand with me?”

Ruthbert set his hands on Accolon’s shoulders. “Go to her. Remember what we talked about.” He motioned toward Morgana.

“Aye, Father.” Accolon walked toward Morgana. “I am here, Milady.” He saw Recognition and Mourning already forming in her eyes. “Walk with me?’

Morgana bit her lip. She studied the entire chamber. Sympathy replaced Criticism and Impatience in Hilda’s and the others’ faces. Confirmation shored up Instinct’s conclusions. She stood tall. She looked to Accolon. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Accolon nodded to her. Despite his own sadness, he knew Necessity demanded his strength now. Friendship demanded Maturity for her sake and that of the kingdom’s. He marched out at her side. Together, they walked down the stairs and toward the Throne Chamber.

Morgana and Accolon entered the august area. She noted Courtiers’ heads bowed. Tears streaked several faces. Nobles whispered to each other. Politics’ vacuum opened Opportunity’s door wide to them. Potential Power Struggle lay in the balance.

Uther stood at Bier’s side. Frustration over Defeat’s turn of events in Eastern Gaul burned at him. Gorlois’ sacrifice enabled the others’ retreat. A great many Tintagelian knights lay buried across the waters. His eyes spied Morgana. His face brightened ever so slightly. Secret kept their true identity secret save for a few others. Ruthbert and he had reached quick agreement. He strode toward her. Purpose and Reassurance guided his steps. “Lady Morgana?”

“King Uther.” Morgana curtseyed to Uther. “Greetings. Welcome.”

“Thank you.” Uther stooped down to Morgana’s level. “You carry yourself well, Child. Your father would be very proud. We will go on a special visit to Camelot. Would you like that?”

“What of Tin’agel? Who watches here?” Morgana’s eyes went wide. Panic uneased her at that point. “Don’ mean disrespect to you, Sire. Care about the kingdom. Father gone. We have to care.”

Surprise raised Uther’s eyebrow. He nodded. “We will make sure Tintagel is well cared for, Lady Morgana. Forgive me. King Gorlois would be very proud of you. We will make sure everyone is well cared for.”

“Father and I will keep watch, Milady, as you said, Your Highness.” Accolon bowed to Uther. Tacit Arrangement (some would call it a Coup) angered him. Still, he did not want Morgana sent away, cloistered like some Nazarene recluse or worse murdered. His eyes met Uther’s.

“That is correct, Lord Accolon. Thank you. I am sure your father and you will be effective regents.” Uther regarded the two children in front of himself. Respect raised his spirits in that dark hour. They have both seen too much already. Yet that will prepare them for the future. Stability is the key. Gorlois’ arguments with him concerning Sorcery rang in his ears. Opportunity allowed Policy’s reversal. Ruthbert and he determined to exterminate the witches. They’d cast down the Old Religion under their boots. “Right this way, Child.”

Morgana eyed Uther at that point. She sensed Ulterior Motive’s presence there. Suspicion darkened her outlook. Priority however remained with on her father’s bier. She would honor him appropriate fashion. Then, she would depart with Uther to Camelot.

Transitions were underway….

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[Present Day]

“Milady?” Gwen brought the wine pitcher around to her. “Milady, are you all right?”

“Hmm?” Morgana snapped back to her current surroundings. “Oh! I am terribly sorry. Gwen, did you ask me something?” She looked up at Gwen.

Uther set his own goblet down. “Guinevere was asking if you are all right. She was asking if you would like your wine refilled.” He knew full well about Morgana’s relationship with Gwen. Mithian’s feelings for Britomart more as companion and friend than a servant weighed on him. Disapproval soured his outlook on those bonds. Merlin’s unexpected absence infuriated him as well. Propriety demanded that such matters be dealt with. He shot Gwen a severe look. “Are you all right, Morgana?”

“Aye, Sire.” Morgana frowned. “I do not want to make this about myself. I was just reminded of that day you brought King Gorlois back to Tintagel. I do not want this situation to be the same for everyone’s sake of course. Forgive me.”

Uther cleared his throat. “That was a terrible day for both of us, Morgana. As you said, we want a better outcome on this occasion for everyone’s sake. At least I could bring you here where you are safe and cared for.” Understanding prompted a smile. Concern, however, turned him back toward Mithian. “Princess?”

Mithian stirred. “Hmm?” She started. “My mind wandered. Forgive me, Sire. My mind is on the King, Queen and Prince Kay.” She stabbed at a piece of meat. “That was rude of me.” She held her goblet up. “Britomart, can you refill my goblet please? I will have water.”

“Certainly, Milady.” Britomart poured water into the goblet. Then she stepped away. Uther’s issues were pointedly obvious to her. She understood Protocol’s expectations on her role. Leniency guided Rodor’s hand in that regard. Uther, on the other hand, clearly disapproved of Morgana’s and Mithian’s respective friendships with Gwen and herself. In addition, Questions remained in her mind over Merlin’s disappearance. Merlin was here with us earlier. Then he disappears like this? Prince Arthur requires his best work. He seemed so dedicated before!

“It is quite understandable, Princess Mithian. Your sense of duty is well noted.” Uther saw Potential’s capabilities in her at that juncture. Ruthbert’s proposal to Rodor remained in his mind. Assumption pointed to Kay’s and Accolon’s thinking in Continuity’s regard. “When Prince Arthur and the knights return, I hope King Rodor, Queen Taene and Prince Kay are with him. I value these talks. I appreciate that King Rodor’s consideration.”

Knocking cut off their discussions. One of the guards stuck his head in. He bowed. “Pardon me, Sire. Sir Horace is here. There is word on Prince Kay. May I let him in?”

Everyone sprung to attention. Concern turned everyone’s eyes in the knight’s direction. Hopes rose. Worry remained still constant, however. Their ears remained keyed for any and all news.

Uther nodded. “Have Sir Horace come in at once, Sir Ryan. It is quite all right.” He stood up and turned to face the door. “Sir Horace?”

Horace strode into the chamber. Nerves ate at him. His mind remained with Merlin back in the Physician’s Chambers. “Sire. Pardon my intrusion. I would not do so unless I had news.” He bowed to Uther and the others.

“I have no doubt of that, Sir Horace. You are one of our most distinguished knights.” Uther made an upward motion with his hand. “Please rise. What of Prince Kay? Is there news of Prince Arthur and the others? I would see him.”

Horace shook his head. “I do not know about our Prince, Sire. Prince Kay, however, is in the Physician’s Chamber right now. Prince Arthur’s servant, Merlin, found him in the woods. He brought the Prince back to us. I helped Merlin to bring him up there. I wanted to let Lady Morgana and you know as soon as possible.”

Uther stiffened. “Merlin is no healer. He just joined us a fortnight ago.” A frown crossed his face. “I do wish Gaius was here. Without him, we have no one to access Prince Kay’s health.”

Morgana rubbed her chin. So that is where Merlin has been. Does he consider himself a knight? A servant? A healer? What does he think of himself? At least he found the Prince. Now, the question is to keep him from the stocks or the lash.

Merlin really went after the Prince? What was he thinking? How did he get Prince Kay away from those Cawdorians? Gwen bit her lip. She wiped her palms against her dress.

And now Merlin brings Kay back here as well? How did he manage to get Kay away from Meleagant? Does he know anything about Mother and Father? What about our knights? Now there are two acts? Certainly, there should be due consideration for this. I know he deserted his post. He felt there was reason. “Pardon me, Sire.” Mithian pointed to Britomart. “Britomart is Master Wyngate’s apprentice. She has trained with him for several seasons now. She is a skilled healer. King Rodor would trust her in Master Wyngate’s absence. If I may, Sir Horace, how is the Prince?”

Horace sucked in a deep breath. “When I left him with Merlin, Prince Kay remained unconscious. Merlin has him on a medical cot for treatment. He asked that I notify you immediately.”

“That is greatly appreciated, Sir Horace. Thank you.” Uther turned to the others. “Morgana? Princess Mithian? Shall we see to Prince Kay. Bring Britomart with you, Princess. Gaius speaks very highly of your Court Physician. I shall take him at his word. Guinevere, see to this chamber.”

“I will do so, Sire.” Gwen curtseyed to Uther. “If I may say so, I hope Prince Kay and Merlin are all right.”

“Think good thoughts, Gwen.” Morgana ignored Uther’s look at her. “I am sure Britomart and I can let you know later.”

“Thank you, Milady. Princess, best wishes.” Gwen bowed her head.

“Thank you, Guinevere. Speaking on Nemeth’s behalf, I agree with Lady Morgana. I appreciate your smile and service. Let us remain positive.” With that, Mithian followed Uther and Morgana from the chamber.

“I will let you know what happens, Gwen. Have faith. Thank you for seeing to the chamber.” Britomart hustled off after the royals. Her mind spun over Implications’ potential outcomes. I know Milady is thinking the same thing. How does someone as apparently clumsy and unskilled as Merlin is claimed to be do what he has done this afternoon? And twice? Her eyes narrowed. Mindset shifted from Servant to Apprentice Healer. She would not fail Duty’s call…as if she ever did….

Gwen set to work on Dinner’s remains. She planned Morgana’s snack already. I wonder what Princess Mithian would like? The King still does not like how Lady Morgana treats me. Why? I work hard. I hope he does not put Merlin back in the stocks again. I do not understand why he does the things he does. He left his post like that? How will he defend himself to the King and Prince Arthur? Will they sack him? Worry chilled her. She bit her lip. Then she continued to clear the table and chamber.

Distractions were welcome….

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Chapter 20 [Physician’s Chambers]

Candlelight cast its flickering glow across the chamber. A rudimentary tincture settled on the workbench. Tension crackled in the air. Priority demand results…

…that being Kay’s awakening once again…

Merlin wiped Kay’s wrists down with a salve to ease the rope burns. He placed a damp cloth across the patient’s forehead. Doubts and Fears rendered him less than certain. Uneasiness unsettled him over both Mysterious Voice and Uther’s potential rage for abandoning his post. What was that smell? How did those knights all fall asleep like that? He bit his lip. He placed his hand on Kay’s shoulder. He focused on Kay’s face. Then Canary glowed through his eyes.

Kay stirred. His hands and arms twitched. His mouth contorted into a frown. Slowly…ever so slowly, his eyes opened and blurred into focus. Shock and Surprise stiffened him. “Who are you? Where am I?” He sat up.

“You are not in that camp any more with those knights, Prince Kay. I found you all asleep. I cut the ropes and brought you back here on a horse.” Merlin stepped back and bowed. “My name’s Merlin. I am Prince Arthur’s manservant. You are in Camelot. I put some ointment on your rope burns.”

Kay took a deep breath. He surveyed the chamber. “And this is Master Gaius’ chamber, is it? How did you get us in here?” Accusation and Suspicions darkened his mindset at that point.

“Nay. I live here. I am Gaius’ ward.” Merlin brought a small cup over to Kay. “Here is some water, Prince Kay.” He kept his eyes toward the floor.

Kay took the cup. He gulped the cup’s draught down in two mouthfuls. “Another cup.” He pushed the cup back into Merlin’s face. He noted Merlin’s slender build. “You really rescued me by yourself, did you?”

“Aye. I did.” Ingratitude and Boorishness irritated Merlin to say the least. Are all Princes like Arthur and this guy? Really? Once more, Gaius’ reminder about nobles and servants echoed in his mind. He brought the cup back to Kay. “Once Sir Horace returns with the King and Princess Mithian, Your Highness, I can bring whatever you would like to eat from the kitchen.”

Kay quirked an eyebrow. Indignity pushed a snort through his nostrils. “You stupid peasant! You do not tell me to wait! I should have King Uther whip you soundly for your insolence! I will tell YOU when I wish for such service!”

A knocking interceded from the door.

Please let that be Sir Horace! Merlin hustled toward the door. “Sir Horace?” He listened through the door.

“OF COURSE IT IS HIM! YOU IDIOT! OPEN THE DOOR!” Kay swung his legs around to the side of his bed.

Merlin ground his teeth. Patience frayed with Kay’s attitude. He wanted to spell Kay to be honest. And I thought Prince Arthur was bad? His eyes narrowed. He breathed in several composing breaths.

Instinct bristled at Horace’s patience. He reminded himself, however, that Merlin spoke in Security’s service not from Impudence. He glanced back at Uther, Mithian and Morgana. “Aye, Merlin. The King, Princess Mithian and Lady Morgana are here. Do I hear Prince Kay in there?”

“Aye.” Merlin opened the door. “Sire, Princess Mithian, Milady Morgana.” He bowed to them. “Prince Kay just woke up.” He stepped off to the side. Humility prompted him to keep his eyes to the floor.

“As I told you all, Sire.” Horace bowed to Uther as well. “It is beyond belief!”

“That it is, Sir Horace.” Uther glared at Merlin. Disobedience grated on him. Situation mediated on Merlin’s behalf, however. Then he turned back toward Kay. “I am glad you are unharmed and here, Prince Kay. News of your abduction worried us. Prince Arthur, Sir Leon and the Knights of Camelot are out searching for you as we speak.”

Kay nodded to Uther. “Sire, it is good to be back here once again.” Reverence modulated his voice. “Prince Arthur is a worthy knight and friend. I wish he had found me. At least I could have awakened in a guest chamber and a suitable bed. Certainly, this one fails to meet Camelot’s standards for servants.”

“Aye. I would agree, Prince Kay.” Uther raised an eyebrow. “Merlin has his moments of clumsiness. We had arranged for him to train with your servant, Britomart. Dereliction of duty cannot be tolerated. Merlin, however, led Princess Mithian to safety. He rescued you from Meleagant and Cawdor’s best knights. I wish I understood how he did that.” He narrowed his eyes at Merlin. “How did you do that?”

“I was fortunate, Sire.” Merlin cleared his throat. “I followed an odor through the woods. I found everyone unconscious at the campsite. I found a dagger by one of the red knights. I used it to cut Prince Kay loose from the ropes tying him to a tree. I brought him back to my horse and rode back here. Sir Horace helped me to carry Prince Kay up here. We brought him here so that Britomart could help me to wake the Prince up. I treated his wrist wounds from the ropes. Then Prince Kay woke up. I offered to bring him whatever he would like to eat once you arrived.”

“Are you hearing this, Sire?” Kay ground his teeth. “This peasant thinks he can make me wait here? He is not even a real healer! Why did he not let Prince Arthur do what he was born to do? Let him be a servant!”

Morgana narrowed her eyes. Kay’s ingratitude burned at her. “You have not changed at all.” Disdain now flared her nostrils and sharpened her tone. “Can you not show some gratitude, Prince Kay? Merlin did just save your life.” She shook her head at him. “Aye. I wish Merlin had left word. He is supposed to be serving Princess Mithian and me. Britomart is supposed to be teaching him about service to our court. There is something you should know. Merlin has two roles as I recall. He is Prince Arthur’s manservant. He is also Gaius’ ward and apprentice. I allowed him to go after Gaius’ herbs in that meadow, Prince Kay. He happened to be there when Princess Mithian and Britomart needed aid to get here. He played his role in service to Nemeth and Camelot. He risked his life to sneak into Cawdor’s camp and get you out of there. In doing so, he was serving Nemeth and Camelot again! Then, he asked Sir Horace to notify us that you are here. He asked for Britomart because of her expertise. Again, that is what he is supposed to be doing. Is it not?”

“King Rodor and Queen Taene would not tolerate your attitude or ingratitude, Prince Kay.” Mithian sniffed. “Forgive my attitude toward my brother, King Uther and Lady Morgana.”

“It is all you ever show, Sister.” Kay frowned at them. “Sire, I am hungry. Might I have something to eat? I have had enough of this servant and the Princess’ sympathies toward the peasants.”

Uther agreed with Kay about the Knight’s Code. Class Distinctions were important. He did not, however, condone such attitudes toward Morgana and Mithian. “Prince Kay, I agree that Merlin should have remained here. However, Princess Mithian and you are safe because of his initiative and effort. Bravery is something to be valued for its own sake. The balance has been preserved. As Lady Morgana pointed out despite stretching the point in the process, I agree with her. Merlin was fulfilling the spirit of his orders. That will bear more thinking on my part. Still, I hope King Rodor and Queen Taene are safe and well. In addition, I would ask that you do not speak to Lady Morgana in such ways again. Princess Mithian only made the point that I would make. I am sure your King and Queen would say the same thing.”

“Aye, Sire.” Kay nodded in acknowledgement. Resentment and Anger still seethed over Merlin’s actions and the ladies’ words. He forced himself to remain straight and tall. Sentiment for his savior? None, Gentle Reader. Rather, Scorn and Spite frothed therein. With that, he stalked from the chamber.

Uther set his jaw. He had a good mind to put Merlin in the dungeon. Still, Circumstances granted some grace. “Well then. I believe that this is settled. I think we can return to the dining chambers. I will have plates brought up for everyone. Merlin, you are not to leave Camelot without due instruction from Lady Morgana or Princess Mithian. We will speak further on this matter. For tonight, I will allow Guinevere and Britomart to wait on us. You will meet Lady Morgana and Britomart to begin your training in the morning. I want you to think on what a stupendous opportunity you have been granted. Morgana? Princess?” Uther marched out of the chamber.

Sympathy lit Mithian’s eyes. “Merlin, thank you for what you did. It may not have been the proper thing. King Rodor and Queen Taene will appreciate it.” She offered him a brief nod.

“Thank you, Princess and Milady Morgana.” Merlin bowed to them. “You should follow the King. I would not have him being angry with you. Sorry I was not there to wait on you tonight.”

Mithian nodded. Disagreement burned in her over Merlin’s treatment in that regard. She knew Rodor would’ve treated Merlin far differently than Uther was. Assisting two royals against Cawdor? Treating a Prince? At cost to himself? I wish he could come back with us! Interest raised an eyebrow yet again. What is it about you, Merlin? “Come along Britomart.”

Britomart nodded. “Aye, Milady. We shall speak tomorrow, Merlin.” She regarded him. Anyone else would’ve received a tongue lashing from her at Opportunity’s first chance. He, however, had reason and purpose. “Thank you for your aid earlier.”

Morgana offered a smile of her own. “Perhaps you were not here, Merlin. We will begin training tomorrow. Your service today was far more important. Just think about that as well.” She guided Mithian from the chamber. Uther’s Disapproval burned at her from the hallway. Still, she could’ve cared less. Questions did pepper her mind as well about his methods. Still, he did serve in far greater fashion than merely learning table settings that day. She closed the door behind them.

Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. He knew that he’d dodged an arrow for the moment at least. Uther’s anti-sorcery bias remained in check. Still, Kay’s attitude stung him. Princess Mithian and Morgana had defended him at least. Britomart at least seemed ready for a fresh start on their lessons. They can tell Gwen that I am all right. He shook his head at himself. She had to do my share as well! A few curses at himself threw themselves around in his mind. He straightened the cot’s blanket and pillow again. Then he sat down in the old chair.

Heavy is the hero’s mantle indeed……

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Chapter 21 [Along the Gedref Road—Two Turns of the Hourglass Later]

Luna brushed the countryside with her beams. Stars twinkled overhead. Breezes billowed through the trees’ branches save those burdened as we shall see….

Meleagant left a message for Camelot it seems….

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Arthur pressed his patrol toward the Severn. Urgency and Crisis prodded him ever onward. Rodor’s and Taene’s progress left them exposed be it in Gedref or along that road. Mithian’s account unsettled him. Cawdor’s betrayal jarred him. (Uther half-expected it.) Diplomatic hopes lay in Leon and his contingent rescuing Kay. Merlin’s aid to Mithian and Britomart improved matters in that regard at least….

Merlin….

How does he do it? Most times, he cannot even keep from tripping over a chamber pot! He can barely set a dinner service or wait on me properly. He can barely hold a mace. He cannot even take a hit on a shield. Yet somehow, he saved my life. Then he rescues Princess Mithian from the Cawdorians? Arthur shook his head. Could he be bored? That’s two feats on Camelot’s behalf. Maybe Father should make him a knight? His eyes rolled. Nay. Absolutely not. I do not have time to watch over him constantly. He would do something *stupid*. He looked about the area. “They should have been here by now.” Acrid stench clogged his nose.

“Maybe they are still back at the Severn?” a dark-haired slender knight presumed.

“Princess likes to think she’s a man. I heard she hunts. Maybe that is what held them up here. Sir Lucius?” Another knight spied something in the field beside a clump of trees. “Prince Arthur! That looks like a wagon!”

Arthur frowned. He pulled up on his horse’s reins. “First of all, Sir Kevin. Princess Mithian can hunt or do whatever she likes. King Rodor allows it. That is all you need to know. Be glad the King did not hear you. Aye she was hunting. That is why she and her maid are safely in Camelot.” Disapproval narrowed his eyes for a few heartbeats. “Take care with that wagon. This could be a trap. Stay close.” He drew his sword and rode toward the wagon. Luna offered him and the others enough view for investigation. He pulled up on the reins and dismounted. “Kevin, Lucius, Michael, take a look around.”

Former campsite lay in ruins. Wagon laid on its side. Torn and disheveled clothes spread out from that spot. Servants and knights stared at Nocturne’s backdrop through lifeless eyes. Mouths lay open in silent screams. Blood stained their chests and throats. Arms lay broken and in awkward positions. Burned skin’s acrid odor defiled the air. Knights lay in their tunics and pants. Chain mail, weapons and valuables taken who knew where.

“Who would have done this?” Lucius winced at the grisly scene. Nausea beset his stomach. Smoke reddened his eyes.

Arthur hissed a sharp breath. Outrage flared within his heart and mind. Disgust soured his outlook. This is an act of war against Nemeth and Camelot. Whether King Rodor wants it or not, Father will not allow this to stand! How dare Meleagant do this HERE? He clenched his fists. Discipline and Instinct restrained a potential outburst. “Cawdor obviously does not care about peace. This was done on King Meleagant’s order. We heard Princess Mithian’s and Merlin’s accounts. Those on watch saw Cawdorian knights pursue them to Camelot’s walls.” He grabbed the wagon’s side against the ground. “Help me turn this back over.” He led the other knights in standing the wagon back up on all four wheels again. “We owe it to Nemeth to treat these people with respect.” He walked amongst the fallen. “Sir Charles. Sir Samuel. I watched them fight in tournaments. Both of them were noble knights.” He shook his head. “Let us load them into the wagon at least. Lucius and Michael, hitch your horses to the wagon. I want you both driving it. I do not want the wolves coming for them on this night.”

“What was Merlin doing out here? He is a servant.” Michael helped Lucius with a chestnut-haired woman’s body. He glanced toward Arthur while tending to their task.

“Merlin is also Gaius’ ward and apprentice. Lady Morgana allowed him to pick certain medicinal herbs for treatments.” Arthur shrugged the point off. Usefulness gained Merlin another point in his eyes. Even if he’s acting like a *girl*, he does his job. He saves the Princess. Disbelief and Questions filled his mind yet again. He and Kevin carried a slender young man’s body with a crooked nose toward the wagon next.

That observation elicited Admiration’s whistle from Kevin in spite of himself. “A servant and an apprentice healer too?” He slid the body’s head and upper torso into the wagon.
“He saved us all from that witch pretending to be Lady Helen. Just do not remind Merlin of that.” Arthur raised his hand. He shook his head and slid that body’s legs and feet into the wagon as well. Once again, Merlin’s potential worthiness cramped his brain. Could he be a knight? He let that thought go. Then he and Kevin set to carrying the next victim to the wagon.
For half of Hourglass’ next turn, Respect guided the group toward getting said bodies into the wagon and secured the tailgate. Then they gathered the remaining goods. The horses were hitched to that wagon.

Caution advised Arthur to get back on the road. Urgency tugged him toward the Severn. Potential Ambush merited backup from Nemeth’s remaining knights. Despite Camelot’s familiar terrain, Cawdorians had plenty of hiding places. “Mount up! King Rodor and Queen Taene are still out there. I will feel better when we find them. We will ride to the Severn if we have to. But we will find them. Be on your guard!” He climbed back into his saddle. He watched the others do the same. Then he galloped back toward the Gedref road anew. Within several heartbeats, his horse’s hooves trod the road’s dirt again.

The wagon bumped and jostled its way across the meadow and onto the road as well. Lucius and Michael rode on its seat. Kevin rode alongside of it.

Arthur galloped off toward the distant river. Issues with Camelot retreated to the back of his mind. Merlin, however, continued to remain on his mind. He shook off his servant’s conundrums. Security, Diplomacy and Safety all took priority at that point. He glanced toward the northwest. Hopefully Leon can find Prince Kay without running into a full Cawdorian patrol. He scoffed at himself over that thought. He pushed his horse faster still.

Tempus fugit. Priorities clamored to be fulfilled….

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Chapter 22 [A Turn of the Hourglass Earlier—Severn]

Nemeth’s contingent remained at their previous campsite. Three campfires blazed not far from the river’s rushing waters. Fowl and mashed turnips satiated Hunger’s demands for that night at least. Water and Wine washed those offerings down. Knights patrolled the camp’s perimeter. Malodius watched just out of Fire’s flickering light.

Dramas, however, played themselves out….

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Rodor sat by Taene’s side. He eased water from a cup and over her lips. Wyngate’s inability to help her weighed on him. He would not give up on her, however. His heart and hers pined for each other. Amor had bound them together. Tradition held most royals as King/Queen-Consort relationships. Partnership, on the other hand, defined their life. Youth’s friendship had turned to Amor’s pairing. Family and Kingdom benefited from such things. She is so weak. He glanced toward Camelot. Uther evoked Skepticism’s disbelief on his part. Peace loomed large. Stability proved crucial. I hope that Uther and Meleagant remember that!

Taene coughed. “Rodor?” Her slitted eyes opened to him.

“Aye, my Love?” Rodor squeezed her hand. “I am here.” He kissed her knuckles. “Camelot is not much farther. We will be there tomorrow morning perhaps early afternoon. How are you? I am glad you ate something.”

“I would not waste Walter’s cooking. Now would I? What…good would that do?” A smile spread across her face. “Why do you look so sad? It is a beautiful night for this time of year.” Her eyes sparkled along with Luna and stars overhead. “Remember? Remember when we used to steal away for those moonlit rides? Our parents…mmm…they were so angry.”

“I remember.” Rodor’s expression lightened. Memoria recalled splendid races and picnics. Perhaps only a few knights remained at a discreet distance. Chastity and Chivalry restrained them of course. More than once, Shooting Star streaked across Nocturne’s sky. Ambiance warmed their hearts. Feelings deepened.

Worry, however, ate at him. Despite his façade, her condition stabbed at his heart. Foreboding weighed on him. Master Gaius, I hope you have something! Denial buttressed Hope’s quest for her cure. If anything happens….

Malodius lifted his head. He picked up on approaching auras on Camelot’s side. He leapt to his feet. A growl came from his mouth.

“What is it?” Ywain put his hand on the lion’s back. He looked out into the dark beyond the fires. He heard the rushing waters but little else at that point. “Sir Galahad?”

Galahad drew his sword. He stepped toward the river. “Stay here with the King and Queen.” He hustled toward the Severn. Let us hope it is not Meleagant with reinforcements for our prisoners! Hoofbeats pounded at the ground. Wagon wheels rattled after them. “Walter! Reginald! Stand ready!” His eyes remained fixed on the crossing and bank beyond. “WHO’S THERE? IDENTIFY YOURSELVES!!”

Arthur stopped at the Camelot side. He held up his hand. “All is well! It is Sir Galahad!” The half dozen knights with him remained a horse length (or so) behind him. “Sir Galahad!” He waved to his counterpart on the other side. “It is Prince Arthur of Camelot! I have a half dozen knights in my patrol with me! We have had trouble with Cawdor today. King Meleagant broke the truce earlier. How are your King and Queen?” He rode into Galahad’s line of sight.

Galahad sheathed his sword. “I see you, Prince Arthur!” Respect prompted a bow. “We have a half dozen knights here with us! The rest of our escort rides with Prince Kay and Princess Mithian! They should be in Camelot by now! Queen Taene needs a healer. We were attacked a few turns of the hourglass ago as well!” He pointed to his left. “Those Cawdorians are our prisoners.”

“We will be right there.” Arthur urged his horse across the Severn and up onto Gedref’s bank. He waved the others across. “Follow me! They need assistance over here!”

“You said there was another attack? Prince Kay and Princess Mithian? Their caravan should have been at your citadel by now.” Galahad shook his head. “King Meleagant plotted this betrayal well.” He watched Camelot’s knights cross the river one by one. “This way. You should prepare yourself. We have a magical companion with us.” He turned and strode back toward Rodor and Taene’s position. “My King? My Queen?”

Arthur narrowed his eyes. “Magical companion? Galahad, such beasts are….” He dismounted and drew his sword. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. Amazement widened his eyes. “Sir Galahad! Why are you letting that thing….?”

Malodius watched Arthur and the other Camelot knights. Prejudice’s stench insulted his brain. Restraint held his teeth and claws back at that point. His emerald eyes narrowed.

“Peace, Prince Arthur!” Rodor stood to face him. His eyes met Arthur’s and those of Camelot’s knights. “Do not insult Malodius or us. He is here with us.” He shook his head. “I would appreciate assistance with Queen Taene.”

“I…I can ride.” Taene raised her hand. She shook her head. Her hand efforted toward her mouth to stifle coughs. “Pardon me.”

Arthur nodded to Rodor. “Perhaps the Queen can ride on the wagon seat, King Rodor? One of the knights can either ride in the back or on one of the horses.” He regarded her. “I wish Sir Leon and the other knights were with us.”

“Why? Where are they?” Rodor regarded Arthur. He noted Concern’s tell-tale signs on the Prince’s face. “What else has Cawdor done?”

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. “I am sorry, Sire. King Meleagant’s knights attacked your advance party. We found several knights and your servants killed close by. Their bodies are in the back of the wagon. Prince Kay is still missing. Princess Mithian and her maid are back in Camelot safely.”

“At least Princess Mithian is all right. Still, Prince Kay is missing?” Indignation curled Rodor’s lip. Anger reddened his face. “Does Meleagant’s betrayal know no bounds? That butcher! And Sir Leon took a patrol to find him?”

“Aye. My father sent them after King Meleagant and the other knights personally. We can hope to find Prince Kay soon. Our first purpose is to get the Queen and you within Camelot’s walls. Then we will see to her care.” Arthur sucked in a deep breath. “Apologies, Milord. I do not want to risk Queen Taene falling off the horse midstream and striking her head on a rock.”

“Thank you, Prince Arthur. Sir Galahad and Sir Ywain can help me to carry her across the river.” Rodor walked over to Malodius. “Stay here and guard the shore. We will be back for you as soon as we can.”

Ywain patted his friend on the back. “It is for the sake of peace. It is not my first choice. We must obey.” He shook his head.

Malodius whined. Duty, however, demanded his obedience. He bowed his head to Rodor. He rubbed up against Ywain’s side. Disapproval burned toward Arthur through his eyes. Then he slunk into the bushes.

“That beast is fortunate. My father would have it killed.” Arthur frowned at the bushes. “You do realize he will insist on magic being eliminated.”

“Rodor, we…cannot…” Taene shook her head. “Our…subjects.”

“I agree.” Rodor shook his head. “Prince Arthur, King Uther needs to rule for everyone. His prejudice against the old religion and sorcery is an issue. We can deal with that later. Let us get to the citadel. Sirs Galahad and Ywain, your assistance please?” He raised Taene’s shoulders and arms.

“This is…ridiculous. I can…ride.” Taene struggled against Rodor’s efforts.

“It will be fine, Milady,” Galahad assured her. He and Ywain helped Rodor toward the Severn.

Arthur shot the bushes another look. Incredulity and Prejudice burned at Malodius therein. Taene’s condition elicited Worry’s concerns. How will Father deal with that demand? Without Gaius, how can we help Queen Taene? “Knights, take the prisoners with us. We will deal with them in Camelot.”

Rock meet Hard Place….

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Chapter 23
[Morgana’s Chambers]

Gwen hustled about the area. Her practiced eye inspected every detail. Morgana’s gown for the next morning hung behind the changing screen already. Cider steamed in a cup beside the bed. Dust and Dirt held nary a grain in that room. The chamber pot sat empty. She rubbed her hands together. Dining Chamber’s ruckus downstairs earlier still rang in her ears….

…ruckus…Prince Kay….

Why is he so angry with Merlin? Merlin got him away from those other knights! Talk about ungrateful! And he thinks Merlin is working with a sorcerer? Indignity ground at her. Britomart was so patient with him. How does she do it? She is just so polished and keeps her composure. Too bad that Prince is not more like Princess Mithian. How can a brother and sister be so different? Poor George…I cannot believe I actually feel sorry for him. Still, for once, he did not deserve to be yelled at like that. I am glad that Milady put that Prince in his place. She sucked in several composing breaths. Merlin literally saved the day both times! At least the Princess is grateful. Milady handled everything. Still, Merlin is confined to Gaius’ chamber? Why? He could’ve been there with us tonight. She shook her head.

Morgana slipped into the chamber. She shut the door firmly behind herself. Kaye’s behavior grated on her as well. How does he survive in other courts? Merlin has potential. Too bad the King and Arthur cannot see him as a knight or even a full-time healer. And to think he has magic? Really? Her hand stifled a cough. No sorcerer would be stupid enough to risk his or her neck being here. Her eyes rolled. “Gwen? I am sorry about tonight. Are you all right?”

Gwen curtseyed. “I am fine, Milady.” She straightened herself. “I was seeing to things here. I brought you some hot mulled cider. That helps you to relax. Is there something else? I can see if Merlin has any lavender or something else for you?”

Morgana shook her head. “Nay, Gwen. I need to know how you are. Prince Kay mistreated you tonight. You did not deserve that.” She rubbed her temples. “He makes my head hurt. And I thought Prince Arthur could be brash at times.” Exasperation pushed a sigh from her mouth. “And to think he believes Merlin has magic?”

Gwen bit her lip. “Do you think he does, Lady? I cannot see that! Merlin is a hard working and earnest person! He cares so much! He certainly would not be using magic. I mean if he did have it, why does he not use it to get everything done? It would be easier for him. Gaius is one of the King’s closest advisors. He is opposed to magic.”

Morgana nodded. “Aye. Those are good points. I would not let Prince Kay’s words get to you, Gwen. He is angry that King Meleagant humiliated him today.” Irritation raised an eyebrow. “You did notice that he did not say a word about Nemeth’s servants. He mentioned the knights in passing and that is all. Princess Mithian, on the other hand, was saddened by this ordeal. She thinks of King Rodor and Queen Taene. She was concerned for Britomart and you. She wonders about Merlin as well. I told her that he will be with us tomorrow. There is something waiting for him in the kitchen. Perhaps you might bring it to him? Princess Mithian and I requested it.”

Gwen narrowed her eyes. Defensiveness, Territorialism and Jealousy all played their symphony on her emotions. Why would she be curious? She is very nice to us. Still, why would she want to know more about Merlin? Would she want to ask her King about taking Merlin to Nemeth? What about Gaius? What about us?

Morgana noted Gwen’s reaction. Her eyebrow arched. What did I say? Princess Mithian is interested in Merlin as the man who saved Prince Kay and her. It is not like Uther would let anything more come of it. “Gwen, are you all right? I did not say anything. Did I?”

“Nay, Milady. What about the King’s orders for Merlin?” Gwen bit her lip. She imagined scenarios where she’d sneak food to him. All of them involved ending up in the dungeon. I do not want to be trouble for you.”

“Trouble? Gwen, Merlin certainly deserves a meal at least for interceding on Princess Mithian’s and Prince Kay’s behalf. If anything happens, you are following my instructions. Let us leave it at that.” Morgana frowned. “With what happened today, Merlin should be made a knight tomorrow morning rather than being stuck in Gaius’ chambers.”

“Aye, Milady.” Pride eased Gwen’s heart. She looked about the chamber. “Thank you, Milady. I appreciate that. I know Merlin will too. Have a good night.” She curtseyed once more. Then she hustled out into the passage.

Morgana watched Gwen disappear into the stairwell. Warmth spread a smile across her face and a twinkle in her eyes. It is all right, Gwen. Merlin deserves better. I am sure Britomart and Princess Mithian will work with me on that. Meantime, you and he need some time together, I think.

Some mistresses did care about their servants after all….

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[Kitchen—A Sixth of an Hourglass Turn Later]

Area’s activity had wound down following the evening meal. Staff washed platters, pans and utensils. A few others studied their stores. Their minds pondered Next Day’s meals.

Gwen walked into the area. She regarded everyone around herself. Respect bolstered her perceptions for them all. She pressed on toward a certain table. Expectation assumed that Merlin’s covered platter would be waiting.

Alas, Good Reader! The table was empty.

Gwen raised an eyebrow. “It should be here.” She spied a stout taciturn woman brooding over the pantry. “Excuse me?”

Taciturn wheeled about. Her coal dark eyes narrowed at Gwen. Her lip curled. “Yeah? You are Lady Morgana’s chambermaid, right? What do you want?”

Gwen stiffened. Somehow, Composure maintained a straight face for her benefit. “Aye. I am sorry to disturb you. My Lady said there was a dish waiting here. She had requested it.”

“It was there all right. That visiting Princess took it upstairs instead.” Rude Snort escaped Taciturn’s lips. She motioned toward the table. “Real weird. That new servant deserts his post and gets rewarded for it. Anyhow, that is what happened to it.”

“Thank you.” Gwen turned and hustled out of the kitchen area. Granted, Indignation burned at her over Taciturn’s attitude. What did I do to her? That shook her head. Mithian’s actions, however, spun her head. Princess Mithian wants to talk with Merlin? Is she trying to recruit him? She headed for the stairs.

Perhaps she would see for herself….

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Chapter 24 [Passage Approaching Physician’s Chambers]

Mithian followed Britomart up the stairs and down the passage. Questions continued to pepper her mind about Merlin. Latest Argument with Kay still echoed to her ears from a half of an hourglass turn earlier. He is so ungrateful! One would think that he would thank the man who saved him! So what if Merlin is from a simple village and a servant? After tonight, that should not be the case. How does King Uther not see Merlin’s merit? She looked about the passage. “Is this the right way?”

“Aye, Milady. I visited with Master Gaius on our last visit here.” Britomart pressed on with the covered platter and a goblet in hand. Memoria counted off the doors on her right toward their destination. Restraint kept her desired rant about Kay from being said. Service distracted her at that point. As with Mithian, she wanted to check on Merlin as well. “I hope our King and Queen are well out there.”

“Sir Galahad is an experienced leader. Malodius watches at the knights’ side. I am sure they will be fine.” Mask of State concealed her real feelings. Fear chilled her heart. Concern for Rodor and Taene occupied her thoughts. That tyrant struck at Kay and me. He would try for Mother and Father next! “I cannot believe they struck at us right here in Camelot.”

“Thanks to Merlin, we are here, Milady. I am glad you are safe and well.” Britomart knocked on the door. “Merlin?”

Merlin opened the door. “Britomart? Princess Mithian?” Respect prompted a bow. “Come in. Sorry. I do not have anything to eat or drink.” He stepped off to the side to allow them to enter. “Is the Prince all right? I wanted to serve everyone tonight.”

“I know you did, Merlin. Thank you.” Mithian closed the door behind them. She surveyed the Physician’s Chambers. “Where is Master Gaius? King Rodor and Queen Taene hoped to consult with him.” She inspected the workbench and Afternoon’s drying herbs.

A grimace twisted his mouth. “Gaius is off in the provinces dealing with an epidemic. I do not know when he will return, Princess. Is everything all right?”

“We will see.” Mithian set her jaw. “Perhaps Britomart and you can work together if we need to? You are already learning service from her. She is a trained healer as well.”

“Milady, Master Wyngate has but taught me a few things.” Humility prompted Britomart to deflect Mithian’s praise. “I am sure Merlin and I will do what we can for Queen Taene.” She set the covered dish and goblet on the table. “This is for you, Merlin. Milady and Lady Morgana would not see you without.”

“See me…?” He stared at the offered platter. Cover obscured Mystery lurking underneath. “What is it?”

Britomart sniffed. “It is dinner I believe.” Her eyes rolled at Merlin. “You deserve far better than house arrest on this night. At least you will be at our best for when we need you. I have high expectations.” She lifted the cover to reveal two slices of beef and smashed turnips on said platter.

The unexpected treat, needless to say, widened his eyes. “High expectations?” Nerves flared inside of himself. Arthur’s demands and Uther’s attitudes had him at wit’s end. “I want to do better, Britomart and Princess.” The platter stunned him. “How do I deserve this?” Shock stiffened him. He all but fell into a chair. His eyes stared at the meal.

“You saved Prince Kay and us today. By your own admission, Merlin, you wanted to serve us. You should not have to go without food tonight. You should have something special; I believe.” Mithian lifted an eyebrow. “Unlike Prince Kay, I care about servants and the people. I know that is not how many nobles and royals think. King Rodor and Queen Taene do care about all of our subjects. I learned well from them. I have heard that you saved Prince Arthur’s life to gain this position?”

“Aye.” Merlin glanced at his visitors. “I pulled Prince Arthur out of the way of a thrown dagger. King Uther rewarded me with my job. I just want to do my best for him.” He brought out his wooden cup and another one as well. He filled them with water. “Would you like these? Princess? Britomart?”

Mithian accepted the goblet. “Thank you, Merlin. Please eat. It is late.” She raised the goblet to him. Then she drank a mouthful for his benefit. “Britomart and you both care about your duty. We will work on those things. Have confidence. We have matters to work through.”

“Matters?” He chewed and ate a piece of meat. “Did I do something…?”

“Milady means that we will start with the basics.” Britomart refilled his water cup. “I want to see what you know already. Then I can show you what I do. You are not a buffoon, Merlin. I can see that. I believe with some practice and a bit of polish; you will be fine. Would you not say so, Milady?”

“I believe he has shown his capability quite well, Britomart. Thank you. I would think King Uther would make you a knight, Merlin. Someone such as yourself should be considered according to their merit.” Mithian sat down across the table from him. “Especially for someone from the provinces. Your accent? Mercian? Essetir?”

“I am from a village in the Essetir. Life is not easy. We work together to raise crops and help each other to survive.” He savored his meat. “This is the first meat I have had in a long time, Princess. Thank you.” The squash melted on his tongue.

“I imagine it would be.” Mithian took another draught from her cup. “Britomart is a good teacher for you. She is a servant, apprentice healer and a warrior as well. Perhaps you can help one another?”

“Milady. I can but hold my own with a blade. I do not consider myself a warrior.” Britomart walked about Gaius’ chamber. Medical Tomes on their shelves caught her eye. Apparatus seemed familiar enough. “It is as Master Wyngate said. Master Gaius’ library is something to behold indeed.”

“That is why I am here. My mother wanted me to have a better life than in the village. She sent me here. Gaius watches over me. I run errands for him. I am Prince Arthur’s servant. I have friends. Lady Morgana is nice to me. Gwen is a good friend. I am glad she is around to talk to.” He savored another mouthful from his feast. “What is Nemeth like?”

A smile spread across Mithian’s face. “Nemeth has the same forests and rivers as Camelot. The citadel and town here are bigger than Whitgate’s. We have some crucial differences, but I will not bore you with the politics. Both kingdoms rule for their subjects. Perhaps one day, you will accompany Prince Arthur on a visit to Whitgate? You would be welcome of course, Merlin.”

“Princess, I was doing what I am supposed to do. I was serving,” he deflected her praise and invitation. Frankly, her looks and conversation stirred warm feelings within himself. He could hear Gaius telling him to be careful. “Glad I was there to help. And I am not bored at all. What kind of differences?” Intrigue drew him closer to this line of conversation.

Mithian nodded. “The main difference lies with magic and the old religion. Here, they are forbidden. In Nemeth, they are protected. King Rodor believes that as long as people co-exist and help each other, they should be able to live in peace. That includes sorcerers and magical creatures. There is a land dispute between our kingdoms as well. Just west of the Severn River, the Gedref lies between our lands. Perhaps the Kings can settle these matters between themselves and have a treaty?”

He rubbed his chin. Potential Discovery had driven him from Ealdor. Now, he guarded against it there in Camelot. Fantasy, however, summoned images of freedom. For a few heartbeats, he conceived of a place where he could cast spells. Gaius and he would not have to look over their shoulders any longer. Perhaps Kilgarrah could be unchained and fly free once more. Other sorcerers might guide him. Opportunity’s bounty seemed endless. A deep sigh escaped his lips. “Sounds wonderful.”

“It is.” A smirk spread across Mithian’s face. “Having a vision, are we?” Teasing jabbed through her tone at him.

Embarrassment streaked Crimson across his cheeks. For some reason, Mithian calmed him rather than Arthur’s usual abrasiveness. What is it about her? “I am sorry. I was listening to you, Princess. Then I imagined the whole idea for myself.” He took a few more bites of his dinner.

“It is all right. I would rather have that than dealing with hate and prejudice.” Mithian raised an eyebrow. Familiarity, for some reason, clicked in her mind. Then she dismissed the notion. We just met. There is no reason I would know Merlin. She watched him finish his food. “Some of the nobles agree with King Uther’s point of view. We have to maintain a balance much as with the Knights’ Code. At least that is what King Rodor and Queen Taene say.” She took the plate. “As I said, perhaps you will accompany Prince Arthur there one day. Thank you for your assistance.”

“Thank you for the meal. I am glad I could help.” He cleared his throat. Nerves flared within him yet again. “I just hope I can meet Britomart’s standards.” His eyes looked toward the maid.

Britomart shrugged. “Just show effort and pay attention. I believe you will be just fine, Merlin.” A smile took more of the edge off between them. “Details are important.”

“Right. Details.” He noted the observation for himself. Now to get those down for myself. “I am just trying to figure everything out.”

“Lady Morgana said you have been here for what? A fortnight?” A playful snort escaped Mithian’s lips. “Merlin, take your time. A piece of advice if I may? Do not assume. I can be rash. My King has had to pull me back at those times. The walls have ears and eyes. Just remember that. Come along, Britomart. The morning comes early. Besides I want to hear if there has been word from the King and Queen.”

“At once, Milady.” Britomart nodded to Merlin. Then she followed Mithian across the chamber.

“I will. Thank you.” He bowed to her while walking toward the door. “Thanks for the meal as well.” He bowed to her. Then he opened the door. “Until tomorrow then.”

“Until tomorrow, Merlin.” Mithian allowed him yet another smile. Then she strode from the chamber. “Guinevere? I am sorry. Did we keep you waiting?”

Gwen curtseyed. She noted Mithian and Britomart with the missing dinner platter. “Nay, Princess. I just arrived. I was looking for Merlin’s dinner. At least you brought it to him.” Again, Questions burned in her mind. “I did not want to interrupt you.”

“I appreciate that, Guinevere. I look forward to your service tomorrow along with Merlin.” Mithian glanced back at Merlin. She gauged his reaction to the developing encounter. They have feelings, do they? “Have a pleasant evening.”

“Same to you, Princess.” Gwen curtseyed again. She watched Mithian and Britomart disappear around the passage’s bend. Then she turned to Merlin. “Are you all right? We did not know what had happened.”

“Yeah. Let’s talk in here.” He guided her into the Physician’s Chambers. Then he shut the door.

Conversation would be something else….

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Chapter 25

Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. Mithian’s observation about the walls having ears and eyes went over his head…

…until that point…

“Can I get you some water? You should have been here. I would have shared it with you.” He brought out a clean wooden cup.

“That is very nice, Merlin. No thank you.” She shook her head at him. “Are you all right? Two encounters with Cawdorian knights in one day?” She looked him over. “And you do not have a scratch on you?” She raised an eyebrow at him,

“Uh yeah.” His shoulders shrugged off the notion. “Princess Mithian shot that one knight on horseback. Britomart rode his horse back in here. Lady Morgana let me use a horse. That’s the one the Princess and I rode back here on.” He took a deep breath. “That was close.”

“I will say it was.” Her mouth twisted into a frown. “Any further and those knights might have caught you both.” She folded her arms across her chest. “And the Prince?”

He bit his lip. I did not use magic there at least. “It was weird, Gwen. I was just looking for him. Fog covered the woods. I came up on the Cawdorians and the Prince asleep. I cut Prince Kay free and got him to the horse. Then I brought him back here. I do not know what happened. I saw my chance and took it. Just serving.” He shrugged again.

“Just serving?” Skepticism raised an eyebrow. “Serving, Merlin, means bringing a meal to Prince Arthur, the King or Lady Morgana. You do laundry. You clean their chamber and dump the chamber pot. You do not go riding after the worst knights in the Five Kingdoms.” Her frown twisted in on itself. “Nobody knew where you were. King Uther was furious. You were supposed to be serving at our dinner tonight. Prince Arthur and the knights are out there doing their job.” She shook her head. “Maybe you are one of those rough and tumble save the world kind of guys after all?” She looked up into his eyes.

“Maybe. Mother and Gaius want me to stay out of trouble. At least I brought Prince Kay back here. He is all right. Now, I can work with Britomart, Lady Morgana, Princess Mithian and you on the place settings.” He sniffed. “It is not like Prince Arthur’s going to make me a knight anyway.”

“You are clumsy, Merlin. Maybe if you watched where you were going?” She stifled a cough of her own. “Still, that is three feats for you in just under two weeks. You really found those knights asleep?”

“Everyone in that camp was. I had to put my neckerchief over my face. It’s like someone used one of these herbs to put them to sleep for some reason. At least Prince Kay remained quiet on the ride back.” He winced at Kay’s complaints thereafter.

“Lady Morgana does not like him. I can tell. Even King Uther tired of him. Princess Mithian and he argued afterwards.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Still, if you had not found him, Merlin, the King would have thrown you in the dungeon for not being at that dinner. Please be more careful. I would not want anything to happen.” She threw her arms around his waist. Worry sped up her heartbeat.

“Sure. That makes two of us.” He embraced her as well. Warmth relaxed and calmed him at that point. He sucked in a deep breath. He knew Gaius would lecture him about his rescue mission for Kay. That, however, would pale before Gwen’s pleas. He looked into her eyes. Special vibes resonated between them both….

…Mithian….

What? He stiffened. The Princess’ name stirred something within him as well. Why would I feel anything for her? We just met. She is a Princess. I am a servant no more, no less.

“Merlin?” Gwen considered him. He could tell something had knocked him out of sorts. “Merlin, are you all right?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, I am fine.” He held her closer against himself. “I will try to be more careful. I was just thinking about what you asked me.”

“Good.” Her lips smashed down on top of his. She held them there for a brief few of Hourglass’ grains. Then she stepped back. Her hands seized onto his. “Just keep that firmly in mind.” She let him go. Conspicuousness forced her to take several steps back. “I will…let you sleep on that. Lady Morgana, Princess Mithian and Britomart expect us early. Just take care of yourself, Merlin.”

“Yeah. You too.” He sucked in a deep breath. He walked back over to the door and opened it for her.

“MERLIN!!!” Arthur’s voice echoed up the stones.

“Prince Arthur?” She turned to Merlin. “What would he want? I thought he’d be out longer….”

Merlin grimaced. Some days never seemed to end….

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Chapter 26 [A Third of an Hourglass Turn Earlier]

Arthur pushed his horse, the knights and Nemeth’s contingent hard up the road toward Camelot. Situation’s deteriorating status put him on edge. Rodor’s demand, Taene’s condition and Kay’s kidnapping presented conundrums for Uther’s consideration. Bound prisoners rode in the wagon as well. He stole periodic looks over his shoulder at Taene in the wagon’s seat next to Michael. Galahad kept Nemeth’s knights back as a rear guard. Who will we get to heal the Queen? The healers do not have Gaius’ skill. How will this affect the negotiations? He rode across the drawbridge and motioned for the others to follow.

The sentries waved them through. Two knights rushed across the battlements toward the citadel.

Arthur galloped up the road between the Lower and Upper Towns. Within a dozen heartbeats, he pulled up in front of the citadel. “WHOA!! SIR HAROLD!!”

Harold rushed down the stairs. “Prince Arthur?” He bowed to Arthur. Then he saw Nemeth’s contingent, the wagon and Camelot’s knights as well. “King Rodor?” He bowed toward the wagon. “Queen Taene?”

“Aye, Good Knight. Thank you.” Taene’s hand stifled a cough. Chills shivered through her shoulders, arms and back. Weakness sapped most of her strength. “I…fear I need help standing….”

Rodor dismounted. Panic unnerved him to say the least. He rushed for the wagon. “Sir Galahad, assist me! We need to get the Queen to the Physician’s Chambers immediately! I hope Master Gaius can find a cure.”

“Gaius is not here. He is in the provinces treating the latest outbreak.” Arthur cleared his throat. “I am sorry. Let us get Queen Taene up there. We will have to find another healer in the city.”

“WHAT?” Anger darkened Rodor’s face. “NOW?” His breaths huffed out in a ragged procession. “You have no healer?” Diplomacy restrained him. “We have no idea where Prince Kay is. Then this?”

“Your Highness, Prince Kay is safe. Somehow, the servant, Merlin, found the Cawdorian camp. He got the Prince away from there and back here. He is in his chambers. The Princess and her maid are safe as well.” Harold looked to certain members of the group.

“Thank the goddess.” Taene heaved heavy breaths. “Everyone is now safely here. I am sure a healer can be found. Britomart can help in the meantime. This servant, Merlin…I would like to meet him.”

“As would I.” Rodor raised an eyebrow. “Prince Arthur, I am sure, can arrange this.”

Arthur frowned. “You will meet him in the morning. He is the servant who your maid is working with.” The image of Merlin rescuing Mithian earlier that afternoon confounded him enough. Now Kay too? Moreover, he pulled him away from Meleagant and a full patrol of Cawdorian knights? Rubbish! How could Merlin do that? King Meleagant? Raspberry echoed in his mind over that sentiment. He slipped Taene’s right arm over his neck and shoulders. “Pardon me, Queen Taene, we have to climb some stairs. We will get you to help. Harold, watch that wagon. There are Cawdorian prisoners in there.”

“Sir Galahad, I want that wagon watched. Mind me. I do not want any of those prisoners escaping.” Rodor stepped onto the staircase. “Let us find Master Gaius’ chambers. My Queen, we will see you to help. Then I will speak with King Uther.”

“I…I understand. Thank you.” Taene accepted Arthur’s and Ywain’s help up the stairs. Pain stabbed through her. Numbness rendered her legs without feeling. Sweat beaded across her forehead. Bloody phlegm ran down her chin. “I…I am a mess.”

“Do not worry about that.” Arthur brought them up the circular stairwell and out onto the main passage. Let’s see if Merlin can actually do something. “MERLIN!!!!”

“Merlin? Why would he be up here?” Rodor narrowed his eyes. Questions abounded as to this mysterious savior with many roles and skills to be honest. “I seem to recall the servants’ quarters being downstairs.”

“Merlin is also Gaius’ ward. He assists Gaius with picking herbs and making deliveries. That is when he is not serving me.” Arthur looked down the passage.

Merlin and Gwen stepped out into the passage. “PRINCE ARTHUR?” Now what happened? He rushed over to Arthur’s and Taene’s side. “What happened?”

Arthur somehow kept a straight face. “I do not know. That is why we are bringing Queen Taene here, Merlin. Has Gaius returned?”

“Nay. Sorry.” Merlin shook his head. He turned to Gwen. “Can you find Britomart? She’s a healer. Maybe let Princess Mithian and Lady Morgana know?”

“I will. Merlin, it is all right.” Confidence and Hope shone in Gwen’s eyes. She bowed to Rodor and Arthur. Then she sprinted toward the stairs. I hope Britomart can help. Otherwise, we have no one until tomorrow at least!

“Your Highness, Prince Arthur.” Merlin bowed. “Can we help the Queen inside? It is not much. Gaius has a cot. I can offer my bed in the back if she prefers. I have prepared your chambers as well. Can I help to get her inside?”

“Thank you, Merlin. The cot will be fine for now.” Rodor allowed Merlin to take over for him. He hustled inside of the chamber. “Master Wyngate has no answers for her illness. I had hoped that Master Gaius would be back here.” He watched Merlin and Arthur ease Taene onto the bed.

“We are…grateful for any help.” Taene strained to catch breath. “Perhaps some water?”

“Of course.” Merlin filled the extra cup with water. Anxiety ate at him. I wish Gaius had taught me *something*. I wish I knew spells rather than just this instinctual magic. He brought the cup over to her. “I will give you a little at a time. Sips please, Milady.”

“Thank you. Mer…lin? Are you the one who helped…Princess Mithian? Thank…you.” Taene took slight sips to break Thirst’s parch. “That is help…ful.”

“She and Britomart needed help. The Princess shot the knight. I just rode back with Britomart and her. Anything to help Camelot and Nemeth.” A sheepish grin helped Merlin to sell the point. He assessed her withered and splotched hands. Jaundice yellowed her face. Details spun through his mind. He tried to think of what Gaius would do. “I wish we were back in your citadel, King Rodor. Gaius would want certain things. When we treated sick people in my village, we looked at everything. I just do not know what to look for.”

“Merlin, we are not back in Whitgate. We need to find something here.” Arthur exhaled a sharp breath. “I am sorry, King Rodor. We will search for a healer. There are a few close by. I will send a knight after Gaius immediately.” He winced. Frustration already boiled over within the citadel itself. Uther seethed over Meleagant’s betrayals. Without Cawdor, Old Feud’s gall already burned at Diplomacy and Common Good overall. Father will not give any ground to Rodor or Nemeth. If something happens to Queen Taene, there may not be any agreement.

“Prince Arthur, please.” Rodor shook Arthur off. “Merlin is thinking through the situation. It is sound logic. Master Wyngate has examined everything that way. Unfortunately, it is a complete mystery.”

“Magic.” Arthur frowned.

“Prince Arthur, there…is no reason. I refuse to believe it.” Taene ground her teeth. “We have given them…no reason.”

Merlin turned toward Taene. Anything happens and they blame sorcery. Really? Not everything happens because of magic. His damp rag wiped her forehead. “How is that?”

“Better. Thank…you.” Taene cleared her throat. Ragged Breaths heaved from her lungs. “More…water?”

“I have it for you.” Merlin offered her a few more sips from the cup. “Are you hungry? I can get some soup for you?” He glanced to Arthur.

“Thank you, Merlin. Perhaps when Britomart comes. I want one of you to be with Queen Taene.” Rodor maintained the Mask of State. Uther’s mindset concerned him. Potential Demands weighed on his mind. Negotiations’ failure with Tintagel for Mithian’s hand opened Vulnerability’s risk. Kay and his own nobles raised concerns as well. Kay would give Nemeth to Camelot without hesitation. Who would look out for the people? He has little concern for the peasants. Glory and Conquest rule his dreams. Fantasies spin his mind. Agendas dominated his thinking.

Morgana guided Mithian and Britomart into the chamber. “Prince Arthur? What is this?” Surprise stiffened her. “King Rodor?” She nodded to him. “Welcome to Camelot. Prince Kay is in the passage with Gwen.”

“Thank you, Lady Morgana. I appreciate the sentiment.” Appreciation allowed Rodor a brief smile for her sake. “Queen Taene has endured this disease for some time. Our physician, Master Wyngate, has tried to find a cure with no success. He hoped that Master Gaius could do so. While here in Camelot for the negotiations, I had sought his advice, diagnosis and treatment for Queen Taene’s situation. Did you say your maid was in the passage?”

“Aye. I did, King Rodor. I can send her for something if you would require it.” Morgana turned to the passage. “Gwen?”

Gwen hustled into the chamber. After her curtsey, she met Morgana’s eyes. “Aye, Milady?”

“Perhaps some soup for Queen Taene, Gwen? I am sure King Rodor must be hungry after the journey.” Morgana looked to Rodor and then to Arthur. “Perhaps the King should know of their arrival?”

“I will speak to him, Morgana.” Arthur cleared his throat. His eyes blazed at Merlin. Do not screw this up. Merlin’s courage impressed him. Situation, however, kept him on edge. “If you can let us know if there is any change?”

“I will.” Morgana shook her head at him. Annoyance stabbed through her eyes at him in turn. “I am sure Merlin and Britomart can handle matters.”

“We can hope.” Kay lingered by the door. Contempt and Scorn blazed through his eyes at Merlin and Britomart. “I thought Master Gaius was supposed to be the court physician? What is the servant boy doing here?”

“Merlin is Master Gaius’ ward and apprentice.” Rodor narrowed his eyes toward his son. “I believe you owe him some regard. Allow him that. Britomart has proven her skill at Master Wyngate’s side. Merlin has shown compassion, caring and reasoning befitting a potential physician already.”

“Show…respect. That…was not called for.” Taene’s lip curled. Scolding strengthened her albeit for a few of Hourglass’ grains. “Master Gaius is tending others in an epidemic. That is…his duty. Merlin and Britomart will do what they can.”

Kay stiffened. Respect demanded he listen to her. Compliance came with due regard. Contempt, however, lurked under the surface. “Lady Morgana.” He nodded to her. “You are as radiant and charming as ever.”

Pick Up Line all but elicited an eye roll from Morgana. Memoria recalled his bullying and fantasies well. Travels and Brash Behavior reached her ears through others’ accounts. “Prince Kay, thank you. I am relieved that you escaped the Cawdorians earlier. Merlin tries to help the Queen now. Gwen, can you bring that soup for me please? Thank you.”

“At once, Milady.” Gwen hustled toward the door and down the passage. Halfway toward the stairwell, she encountered a slender lady in a cloak and hood watching her. She looked the newcomer over. “Pardon me. Can I help you?”

“Aye. Is this the way to Master Gaius’ chambers? I followed King Rodor’s procession. I am the Lady Reyna, Countess of Astolat. I am here to offer my assistance to the Queen. They know me well.” Reyna nodded to Gwen.

Gwen raised an eyebrow. Suspicion darkened her mind at that point. “That way.” She pointed down the passage. “She is in a bad state, Milady.” She curtseyed. “My mistress requested that I fetch some soup and a meal for the King and Queen.”

Reyna nodded. “I would not keep you then. Thank you for your service to King Rodor and Queen Taene. May you be blessed. I will see you upon your return.” She watched Gwen disappear into the stairwell. She suspects me. At least she serves the greater good. Prince Kay and Prince Arthur, on the other hand, will be an issue. Uther Pendragon would kill me for being here.

I would hope it would not come to that here in Camelot, Reyna of Astolat. For now, proceed to your duty. You have your purpose, The Voice reminded her.

Reyna bowed. Aye, Mother. I understand. She pressed on down the passage. She knocked at Gaius’ door. “Hello in there?”

Arthur turned toward the door. “Who are you, Lady? I do not remember you being here before.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Peace, Prince Arthur.” Mithian shook her head at him. “This is Lady Reyna, Countess of Astolat on Nemeth’s Island of Shalott. She is also a remarkable healer. My King?”

“Aye, Princess Mithian. I have ceased being surprised by your knowledge, Lady Reyna. Please join us. You did not ride alone from Nemeth, did you?” Rodor frowned. “Cawdorian brigands lurk in those woods. I would not have you come to harm.”

“Duty demands my service, my King.” Reyna curtseyed to Rodor. “No sacrifice is too great. My daughter sees to our people on Shalott. I will see what I can do for our Queen.” She regarded Arthur. “Prince Arthur and Lady Morgana, you both have grown since our last meeting.” She curtseyed to them as well.

“Lady Reyna, now I remember you! You had that beautiful island estate.” Realization dawned on Morgana. “I am glad you are here. Can you help Queen Taene?”

“I shall do my best, Lady Morgana.” Reyna studied Gaius’ remedies. Her fingers slid over the bookshelves’ tomes. “I see Gaius has done well for himself here.” Harsh Feelings remained buried well under Serenity’s mask. She knew both his former life and current role within Camelot of course. Purpose, however, lay not in Judgment’s case. Rather, Taene’s situation remained at the center of her mind.

“He is our Court Physician, Lady.” Arthur studied Reyna as well. Familarity tried to pin her down. “Did you know him before he came to us?”

“We worked together in the past, Prince Arthur. That was years ago. I am but a simple healer. I can try to help the Queen. I cannot make any promises. I can only try.” Reyna regarded him as well. “I am no threat to Camelot. I can assure you of that. I am only here to serve my King and Queen.”

“You heal with your spells, Lady Reyna. This is Camelot.” Kay narrowed his eyes at her. “Sorcery is forbidden here.”

“She is a witch?” Arthur drew his sword. Instinct pressed him down Prejudice’s path at a rapid pace. “Merlin, step away from them!”

“Belay that order! Merlin, stay there! Britomart and you are not sorcerers. You are treating Queen Taene as physicians and their apprentices should.” Morgana shook Arthur off. Her eyes narrowed at Kay. “Would you see your mother die for your spite, Prince Kay?” She stepped into Arthur’s path.

“The law is the law, Morgana. Step aside.” Arthur tried to get around her. “If she is a sorcerer, the King will want her dealt with. We will find another way.”

“There is no other way!” Disgust curled Mithian’s mouth. “Is this what you are now, Prince Arthur? A bigot? So what if someone has magic? Lady Reyna is a healer! That is all!”

“The King will not care, Princess.” Arthur sheathed his sword. “In fact, it may destroy any chance of peace. He will not take this kindly. King Rodor, please understand.”

“Understand what? That your father’s prejudice could kill my wife? That a trained healer could be prevented from helping her? Prince Arthur! Stand down! NOW!” Rodor put his hand on Arthur’s forearm. “Prince Kay, enough! I do not know how Lady Reyna found out about your mother’s condition. I am glad she is here. King Uther will have to make an exception for this. He certainly has done it often enough in certain matters.” His eyes burned into Arthur’s. “I will not allow her to be disturbed while she is here to help the Queen.”

“King Rodor, with respect….” Arthur cleared his throat. “This is Camelot. Prince Kay only speaks the truth. The King has dealt with the evils of sorcery here over the past twenty years. Be fortunate I did not kill your beast in Gedref.”

Rodor coughed. “Malodius could have destroyed you all without a second thought, Prince Arthur. He certainly dealt with Meleagant’s ambush party easily enough. He only acted to defend the Queen and myself. I restrained him. I value diplomacy. I rule for all of my subjects not just a few. Please assure King Uther that Merlin and Britomart are not using sorcery or assisting in any rites. They are here as apprentice physicians. Am I clear?”

Arthur shook his head at Merlin. “I will inform my father, King Rodor.” He nodded to the visitors. “Tread carefully, Lady Reyna. You may not like the reception outside of this chamber.”

“Prince…Arthur, please! Leave…us alone! Lady Reyna did nothing….” Taene ground her teeth. Pain shot through her body. She spasmed. “AHH!!

“The triple goddess states that my duty is here, Prince Arthur. I can do no less. Now, I must see to my patient.” Reyna bowed to him. Then she turned back to Taene.

Mithian bristled at Arthur’s attitude. Her own spleen fomented within her gut. Her tongue poised to fire barbs at him on Reyna’s behalf. Rodor’s headshake, however, served Restraint’s purpose. “Remember, Prince Arthur...diplomacy.”

Kay ground his teeth. Indignation and Rage ate at him over his family’s disdain for Camelot’s laws. He knew Nemeth’s royal council and some nobles agreed with Uther and Arthur. One day, Father, I will rule. Then this nonsense will come to an end!

“I will go with you. The King needs to hear both sides of the matter.” Morgana nodded to the visitors. “I shall be back. Let Gwen in. Come along, Prince Arthur.” She stormed from the chamber and out into the passage. She spied Gwen coming back up the passage with a tray bearing two covered meals. “Take those into King Rodor and Queen Taene. Thank you, Gwen.” She saw Arthur march past her toward the stairs. “I will speak with you later.” She turned and followed in Arthur’s wake. The King will be insufferable toward Lady Reyna. She only seeks to help Queen Taene! She disappeared into the stairwell.

Gwen tried to take in the entire scene about herself. “What is going on now?” She saw Mithian watching her in turn. “Princess, I have the meals for the King and Queen. I hope chicken soup is to her liking?”

“Thank you. The Queen will enjoy that.” Mithian’s face gentled for Gwen’s sake. “Follow me.” She led them back into the chamber.

Tension built….

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Chapter 27

Reyna sat down on a stool at Taene’s bedside. She regarded the Queen’s pallor and weakness. Bloody Phlegm indicated a lung issue. The skin and eyes pointed to the liver. “How long have you endured this malady, my Queen?”

Taene coughed into her handkerchief. “A few moons…now. I felt fine until halfway into our…trip here. Master Wyngate…had no idea. That is why he sent me here with the King. I would not…bother you.” She shook her head.

“I would like to be bothered, Lady. That is my task. Count Bernard, Lady Elaine and I are at your service and King Rodor’s.” Reyna squeezed Taene’s hand. Her patience’s weakness startled her. She touched Taene’s forehead. A few words whispered past her lips. Canary flashed in her eyes. “Let us see….”

Dim white aura surrounded Taene’s form. Breathing and heartbeat slowed well below their usual pattern. Internal organs suffered from Diseases’ assault on them. Great effort brought barest of movements from arms and legs. Nostrils and mouth dripped blood.

Mother, I wish I could have known about this. I might have served as your vessel for the healing in your name. Lament weighed on Reyna’s heart. Realization dawned on her. Spells and Tinctures put stress on the body. Months earlier, a cure was possible. She shook her head.

She is at the end of her life now. Soon…very soon now...the Cailleach will come for her. Make something to ease her pain. Show the others how to make that tincture. Then you should return to your home. It is not your time yet, Reyna of Astolat. I would not let Uther Pendragon confront you here. I wish for Emrys to be secure here for a little while yet. You have done all you can, my Child, the goddess instructed.

I hear and obey, Mother. A pained sigh escaped Reyna’s lips. She patted Taene’s hand. “I will make you something to help with the pain, my Queen.” She stood up and walked toward the herb shelf. “Merlin, Britomart, may I have your assistance here? I will show you both what to do.”

“That…bad?” Taene coughed. Her eyes blinked back Exhaustion’s assault barely. Pain’s spasm shot through her. Grimace twisted further at the sides of her mouth. Her fingers barely moved against the sheets underneath them.

“Is there anything you can do, Lady?” Rodor set his jaw. Denial wanted to push Diseases’ effects away from his beloved Queen. Prayers had called for help in that regard. “What would you mix together?”

Reyna shook her head. “Sadly, my King, Queen Taene’s body is ravaged by a disease attacking her body. A strong healing spell or a cure could kill her immediately. I wish Master Wyngate had allowed me to know of this matter. She struggles to breath. The yellow color points to other issues. This has been going on for some time, I fear.”

“What?” Incredulity stunned Rodor to be honest. “I cannot believe Master Wyngate would not work with you, Lady.”

Mithian glared at Kay. “You would know of those people. You should tell Father! The divide has to stop!”

Kay sniffed. “You would stop them, Sister? HAH! They do not care. They wait to deal with magic much as Uther has here!” His mind weighed on Prejudice’s burning across the landscape. Revolt stewed in many places. A spark remained all that was needed. Granted, his heart did ache for his mother’s situation. Still, Change would come.

“You…hate that much?” Disappointment shoved Taene down into the mattress. “Kay, we have to rule for…all. Please. Promise…me….” Efforted breaths cut off her words.

Mithian shook her head. “Do not think of that right now, Mother. It is all right. We will help our people. You will be all right again.” Her eyes turned to Merlin. Please, Merlin and Britomart, make her all right again.

Rodor ignored Kay’s reaction. “Be strong.” He squeezed Taene’s hand. “We are all here for you.” He sat down on the stool at her side.

Gwen set the soup and meal down on the table. She wanted to speak with Merlin further. Observation, however, preferred to watch him. She could see him working almost seamlessly with Britomart and the others. Servant took a backseat to Apprentice and Friend in that heartbeat. Rodor favored Merlin whereas Uther tolerated him. Look at Merlin jump into this. No wonder Gaius wants him as an apprentice. “I will leave you to your work, Everyone. I hope you are all right, Queen Taene.” She curtseyed and departed from the area.

Merlin glanced at the door. Lament sagged across his heart. So much for talking. I just hope we can help the Queen and get these negotiations on the right path again. He noted Britomart motion toward Reyna. Yeah I am paying attention. Got a lot on my mind. A terse sigh escaped his lips.

Reyna mixed certain herbs in Cistern’s water. She watched the mixture turn yellow. “There. It is ready. Yarrow, rosemary, ginger and these others on the table. Dissolve four pinches each into water every few hours. Are we clear?”

“Aye, Milady.” Britomart nodded. “Merlin? Did you get that?”

“I see what she is doing.” Restraint kept Merlin from snapping at his counterpart/soon to be tutor. He knew the herbs of course. “I wish I knew what their purposes were. She and you are the experts. I am learning at this as well.”

“Patience, Merlin. We all have to learn. Do we not? Britomart has worked with Master Wyngate for several seasons. I learned herblore and care within my order. Have faith in yourself. You are at the beginning of a long journey.” Reyna looked him in the eye. “You will learn these things for yourself. Treatments and cures take years to learn.” Her eyes glowed again. “I boosted it.” She eased herself from the stool. “I have this, King Rodor and Queen Taene. Merlin and Britomart know what to do. This will make her comfortable.” She walked the medicine over to the bedside.

“Thank you, Lady Reyna.” Taene efforted her hands around the cup. With Rodor’s help, she drank from it. “I appreciate your risk. You should go. I would not have you here when Uther brings his knights.”

“I agree. Thank you.” Rodor nodded to Reyna. “I will see what I can do for the return trip. We can make room on the wagon.”

Reyna glanced at Taene again. Will she be alive for that trip? Will we have peace? She collected herself. “Let us get through the night first. Then we shall see.”

“Thank you, Lady Reyna. I appreciate you.” Mithian nodded to her.

“You are too kind, Princess Mithian. I am but your servant and Nemeth’s. I serve the goddess.” Reyna regarded Mithian. Insight twinkled in her eyes. Potential rises in her but not Prince Kay. Wait. She detected a connection…a tie…. She studied Merlin anew. Then her eyes wandered toward the floor and underneath it. That is Sir Balinor’s energy! My word! No wonder! Mother?

Do not say a word, Child. Emrys is already discovering his connections. I will allow him to do so in the proper time. You should return to your place. Your people need you there, the Voice commanded.

Aye. Reyna bowed to them all. “I will see you soon either on the road or in Whitgate, King Rodor. Take care, Everyone. Remember what I said before, Merlin. Be patient. Destiny has its way of getting us to where we need to be. There are many ways it can unfold. Not all of them require being in the same place. Just think about that.” She raised her hands. Mists enveloped and swept her away.

Merlin stared at the dissipating mists. Granted, the witch from a fortnight earlier pulled the same trick on the plaza outside. Still Amazement overwhelmed him. His eyes went wide. “She….”

“Aye. She vanished. I told you before. She is a witch.” Impatience grated through Kay’s tone. Suspicions dissipated toward Merlin in that regard. “And to think that I thought you were a sorcerer. How did you ever get us away from the Cawdorians?” Impatience hissed a terse breath through his clenched teeth.

Merlin bowed his head. Outrage seethed within himself. Impudence burned at him. A reply remained buried deep in his mind. Stocks’ ordeal taught him Restraint’s lessons in that regard. Shame’s tears burned in his eyes.

Rodor, however, wheeled about on Kay. “PEACE! Prince Kay, Merlin rescued Princess Mithian, Britomart and you from the Cawdorians. He is taking care of the Queen! Some courtesy is in order!” He pointed at Taene. “Did you not hear her before? We are to rule for all! We do not favor one group over the other! Look at him! Already he has exceeded his station three times on this day! THREE TIMES! We will speak more on this after our return to Whitgate. Return to your chamber. I believe you know the way well enough.”

“Aye, Sire.” Kay stewed. Indignity boiled in his blood. He felt Mithian’s eyes burning into the side of his head. We shall get to the bottom of this. I will go to my chamber but there is something else first. He bowed to Rodor. Then he walked up to Taene’s side. “Rest, my Lady.” He bowed to her. Then he stormed past Mithian for the door. Conundrums fouled Nemeth’s affairs. Father and Grandfather ignored established law. Anarchy and Leniency allowed sorcerers too much. He’d deal with that in this case.

Mithian closed the door behind Kay. The nerve of him! How can he talk about Merlin that way? Is there no end to his ingratitude and immaturity? “Sire, I would like to say something to Merlin if I may?”

Rodor assessed Mithian, Britomart and then Merlin in turn. Stoicism allowed them to press on in Duty’s service. Admiration lightened his mood toward Purpose’s shared achievements in said regard. “Aye. I believe, Merlin, that you are due an apology. You did not deserve that especially not after your aid to our cause and Camelot’s on this day.”

“Your Highness.” Merlin bowed to Rodor again. Apology shocked him to be honest, Gentle Reader. Disdain came from Mercians in Ealdor as well as Uther and (to some extent) Arthur there. Gaius’ advice held his tongue. (So did Stocks’ Embarrassment and Humiliation but we won’t go there again.) “Thank you. I just want to do my best to help Queen Taene. I am sorry that I upset Prince Kay.”

“You did no such thing, Merlin.” Mithian assessed him once again. Clumsiness and Insecurity came with his acclimation to Camelot. Village Life had ill prepared him for such events. “You serve in your own way, Merlin. I have seen villages such as yours. You are of sturdy stock. You are brave and capable. We will work on your service here in the citadel tomorrow. I think King Uther should make you a knight. Until that point, you will be the very best servant that you can be.” Her finger pointed at his chest. “Your heart is big. That is the source of nobility not just some title or birth right.”

Merlin straightened himself. Mithian’s words seemed to run right up against Gaius’ advice. Confusion strained his mind. Shyness streaked Pink across his cheeks. “That is a nice thought, Princess.”

“It is the truth, Merlin. Your King, however, does not see things in that way. Take care.” Rodor looked over Merlin. In just that day alone, he’d exceeded his station three times. Capability Laws demanded Opportunity’s elevation just for that alone. “Be patient. Serve well. I am sure opportunity will open a door when the time is right.”

“Perhaps you might have something to eat, Sire?” Britomart lifted the covers from the bowl and platter. Steaming chicken soup sat in the bowl. Beef and smashed turnips awaited Rodor on their platter. “Guinevere did her task well, I see.” She picked up the platter. “Where would you like to eat?”

“The table will be fine. Good servants are essential as you remind us, Britomart. Daughter, will you sit with me?” Rodor followed Britomart to the table. “Merlin?”

“Queen Taene, I can feed you.” Merlin set the bowl and a wooden spoon next to Taene’s bedside. “Can you take some soup?”

“Aye. Please.” Gratitude shone in Taene’s eyes. “Thank you, Merlin. Can you help me to sit up please?” She strained but lacked strength to sit up at the moment.

Malady’s mystery bothered Merlin. What has infected her? Is it magical or some plague? He propped up her pillows behind Taene’s back and helped her to sit up. “This soup smells good when I serve it or try to serve it.” He dipped the spoon into the steaming broth and blew on it.

“I am sure it will be, Merlin. Thank you.” Taene accepted the spoonful. Then another. And more after that. Appreciation prompted a smile.

Relief prompted a deep breath from Merlin’s lips. He relaxed ever so slightly. Perhaps he could be a good servant after all.

Hope abounded even in the most desperate of hours it seemed….

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Chapter 28 [Passage Outside of Uther’s Office—A Half of an Hourglass Turn Earlier]

Arthur stalked off the last stair and into the familiar passage. His eyes peered back over his shoulder. King Rodor brought a witch into this citadel! I cannot believe it. Father will never accept that. Worsening situation put negotiations in jeopardy. Do those people understand the harm that sorcerers do? They cannot be trusted! One killed my mother. How can I trust them? Dread forced him to hesitate at that point. Despite Rodor’s apparent misstep, Reluctance sided with Diplomacy in his mind. Will we have war again?

“Prince Arthur, there you are!” Morgana hustled down those stairs as well. “Do you really need to tell the King about this?” Irritation raised her eyebrow at him. A frown twisted at her lips.

“The law is clear, Morgana. You know that as well as I do. That woman may have good intentions. That is a rare thing among her kind. I know….” Arthur started.

She folded her arms across her chest. “You know what the King has told us. Aye. There are those with a blade who have various intentions. Lady Reyna is a renowned healer in Nemeth. I remember hearing about her on our last visit there. Just think about what you are about to do. She mixed a medical solution up for Queen Taene. No more than that.”

Arthur fumed. “Are you sure? They can do anything right under our noses, Morgana.” He shook his head. “We have no choice. Father has to know.”

“Arthur. Please do not.” Morgana’s frown curled in on itself. She wanted to knock him out and lock him in a chamber to be honest. “She will treat the Queen and then leave. If we do not tell him, the King will not have to know.” She noticed Uther emerging from his office. He had to hear us! Of course he did! “Sire.”

“I will not have to know what, Morgana?” Uther narrowed his eyes. Suspicions and Irritation bristled at his mind. “What is this about? I thought you were both with the Nemeth delegation in Gaius’ chambers? What is troubling you both? You know we should discuss matters in private. Follow me.” He strode back into the office.

Arthur shook his head at her. Then he hustled after Uther. Potential explanations formed and flew through his mind. I did tell him to keep that beast back in Gedref! That thing should not even be there! I wish I knew how Merlin got Prince Kay away from Meleagant and those knights. Perhaps there was sorcery in the woods. It could not be Merlin though. He is too simple for that!

Do we really need this? Her eyes rolled. Anticipation prepared for (yet another) diatribe on magic’s evil and ‘proper extermination’. She followed Arthur into the chamber and shut the door behind herself. She noted Arthur talking to Uther already about the Gedref meeting. “Secret discussions now?”

“You were ready enough to keep that so-called noblewoman’s presence from me, Morgana.” Uther set his jaw. “You know why we cannot allow sorcery in the citadel! That witch may seem to have the best of intentions. Their kind always talk to sway your mind. Then they hurt you.” He straightened himself. “Nay. Arthur, take the knights. We will arrest her at once. She will stand trial.”

“What? Sire!” Morgana stopped short of her challenge. Rather she reframed her words for Respect’s sake. “She is not so-called anything. She is a noble.”

“And this is Camelot not Nemeth, Morgana.” Arthur shook his head. “Whatever King Rodor does in his kingdom is up to him. Here, Father decides.”

“Indeed so, Arthur.” Uther nodded to him. “I have no choice, Morgana. I should have known Rodor would try this. Queen Taene’s father was a sorcerer. No matter. I will speak with him myself. After what Meleagant just did, these negotiations were doomed from that point anyhow.”

A knocking came from the door.

“See to that. Will you, Arthur? I do not want to be bothered.” Uther waved his hand at the door. Dismissal shook his head as well. “You need to understand, Morgana.”

“What is there to understand? Perhaps if you could stop hunting them? Those people might co-exist?” Skepticism cast Doubt’s glow in Morgana’s eyes.

Uther coughed. “You are young, Morgana. You have no idea of how the world works.” He looked past her to find Kay walking toward him with Arthur. “Prince Kay? I thought you would be with your King and Queen. What news from there? Prince Arthur, close the door. I will hear him.” He waited for the door to close. Kay’s motives aligned with Camelot’s rather than with his family and Nemeth’s in general. Opportunity presented itself with a Trojan Horse perhaps.

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Kay nodded to him. “I wanted you to know that Lady Reyna is gone. She prepared a remedy. Your servant, Merlin, and our servant, Britomart, were to give it to the Queen. I tried to speak up for Camelot’s laws but was reprimanded by King Rodor.”

Uther nodded. His fingers tapped on the desk. Desire ran up against Political Necessities. He wanted to take advantage. Decades of fighting with Rodor and his father wore at Camelot’s resources. Gedref provided a welcome expansion westward. Besides, he could hunt down more sorcerers. He used the Witchfinder to deal with them. Still, he would not make such deals. “And you should be now. I doubt King Rodor would appreciate you coming to me in this fashion.” He frowned.

“Pardon me? I wanted to let you know out of respect.” Kay bowed to further make his point.

Behind Uther’s back, Nausea unsettled Morgana’s stomach. And he is a traitor too? Really? Princess Mithian should have been a boy rather than a girl. Prince Kay will run Nemeth into the ground or let it be conquered. What about respect for his King and Queen?

“Aye. I appreciate you looking out for Camelot and its laws, Prince Kay. For that reason, I will pretend that this conversation did not happen. You went straight back to your chambers. I do not take kindly to being part of a potential coup or treason between a father and son. There has to be honor. The Knights’ Code insists on it. Perhaps you might wish to think on that? One day, you may be a King. On that day, Camelot will hear you gladly. We may negotiate openly. Until then, Rodor is your King. Necessity demands that I deal with him. Thank you, Prince Kay. You may see yourself out.” Uther looked deeply into Kay’s eyes. Purpose and Point burned into the younger man’s mind.

After I wanted to tell him? Has the world gone daft? “King Uther, Prince Arthur and Lady Morgana.” Kay nodded to them once again. “Good night.”

“Good night, Prince Kay. Thank you.” Uther motioned toward the door. He watched Kay depart and close the door behind himself. He shook his head. “Prince Kay is correct. Despite his treason against Rodor, he had a point.” He sucked in a deep breath. “That ‘Lady Reyna’ had best hope the Queen remains alive here in Camelot. If not, I will remember.” His eyes narrowed.

Arthur remained silent. Tone and Purpose resonated in his ears. He knew Uther would hunt Reyna down to the ends of Britannia if need be. He glanced back toward the door and passage beyond. King Rodor, what would you invite down on yourself and your lands?

Morgana turned toward the window. I am sorry, Lady Reyna. I know you did your duty!

Agenda misconstrued to serve their ends after all….

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Chapter 29 [Physician’s Chambers—A Turn of the Hourglass Before Dawn]

Dread’s pall sagged over the area. Nocturne dragged by. Grain after grain fell through Hourglass’ neck. Rodor and Mithian accepted Merlin’s invitation to use his bedroom. (Magic, of course, cleaned the area to royal specifications, Good Reader. Gaius, at least, wasn’t there to lecture him.)

Events however both built on and distracted from such matters….

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Merlin sat by Taene’s bedside. His rag wiped away Sweat’s beads from her brow. Exhaustion weighed down on him. Still, Duty pressed him to continue. He shuffled back and forth from the workbench. “Wish I knew more.” Frustration ate at him. I have magic but I cannot help her. The Queen’s presence is so important. If I have this destiny, why can I not do anything?

Oh, Merlin. You are so impatient, Kilgarrah cut in. I have felt your emotions. First, the Young Pendragon’s impatience grates on you. Then you are nervous about learning your role with some maid. Your heart goes back and forth about two attachments. And now, I feel you already mourning over the woman in front of yourself. Even someone with your potential cannot intervene in the cycle of Life. Mortals are born, grow, wither and pass beyond the Veil. That is simply the way things happen.

Merlin bowed his head. He ground his teeth. He wanted to do something…anything…. He squeezed Taene’s hand. Then he pulled himself back.

“It…is all right, Merlin.” Taene’s eyes turned to him. “I…appreciate you. Prince Arthur…does not understand. You are…already a great servant. You…need time.”

“Lady, I….” Doubt and Wonder filled Merlin’s mind. Weakening Whispers tickled and crackled across his ears akin to Autumn’s Leaves. “I am but a servant. I cannot…”

“Nay…Listen to me.” Effort forced terse breaths. “Meleagant…will not…stop. He craves…power. Ambition…means ruin. Ambush…provocation. With you...lies Britannia’s…hopes.” Gasps came from Taene’s mouth. “Princess Mithian will fill my…role. King Rodor will make…sure. Prince…Kay does not understand. You…are important. Far more…than a servant. Learn…Watch….Grow. I…have seen…”

“Have seen? I do not understand.” Merlin stiffened. Taene’s eyes pierced deep into his psyche. His heart chilled. Secrets’ layers seemed to unravel.

“You…you look like him. You act like him.” Taene touched Merlin’s hand. “Your father…was like you. I cannot say more. Reach out…to others. Mention me…when you meet Radegund. You…and another…will be called on…for sacrifice.” Surprising Strength surged through her. “Look…to her example. Protect…Protect…”

“Protect what, Queen Taene?” Merlin pressed her. “I must know. Who is Radegund?”

“Much…more than…Camelot or Nemeth…Much, much more. You will know her. Protect…my children and land….You…are your father’s…son. Protect Britannia. Call…Britomart.” Taene frowned. “Water.”

Merlin guided a few sips into her mouth. “Here you are.” Then he wiped her mouth. “Britomart! Princess!”

“Merlin?” Britomart rushed over to them. “My Queen! You are awake! Thank the goddess! Milady!” She curtseyed. “I have more medicine. I….”

“Nay. It will not…help.” Burning breaths escaped from Taene’s mouth. “You…are so loyal. Watch out for Princess Mithian. Trust Merlin. He…will be important in time to come.”

“My life for Milady and your house, Queen Taene.” Britomart bowed her head. “Merlin does not give himself enough credit. If you say to trust, I will do so.”

“Mother?” Mithian kneeled beside the bed. “Britomart, wake the King! He must know. I knew you would be well! I knew it!” Her lips kissed Taene’s hand.

Britomart rushed toward Merlin’s bedroom. Time moved quickly enough. Taene slipped closer and closer to the Veil. She knocked on the door and stepped out of view.

“I…am awake. Mithian, I will…soon pass beyond the Veil. It will be for you…to take my place. Your father will need your strength. Kay…does not care. The hardliners sway…him. He looks to…King Uther. You…are now…Lady of Nemeth. Be patient. Look to…your father. Look to….to…Merlin.” Taene ground her teeth.

“Merlin is a good person. I see that.” Mithian’s eyes met Merlin’s. She sized up his strength and fortitude. “Kay and I owe him our freedom and lives. Nemeth owes him much.”

Taene made her head move up and down. “More…than you know. In the…storm to come, my Daughter, sacrifices will be made. You must…stand tall and strong. Do not cave to Kay or the hardliners. Nemeth’s salvation will rise. From our past…a new leader…will emerge. Promise me.”

“I will, Mother. I will be strong for Father and our land. That I promise you.” Mithian choked back sobs. Lament chilled her heart. “Please. I need you. I am not ready.”

“King, Lord Blumenwald and…the One…will help. Merlin will help. Britomart can be depended…on.” Taene coughed a few times. “So…so hard. Your father?” Taene’s hands went limp. Her labored breaths became more pronounced.

Mithian stood and stepped back from her bedside. “He is coming.” She nodded to Rodor. “Sire. The Queen is awake.” Reverence wavered but remained in place.

“My love.” Rodor raised her hand. His lips brushed Amor’s brushstrokes across her knuckles. His eyes discerned her weakness. Her icy hands affirmed Death’s approaching finality. “Just relax. It will be all right.” He fought back Emotion’s tempest within himself. Tears welled up behind his eyes. “We will be strong.”

“Thank you. You are the strongest man…I know.” Taene ground her teeth. “We have shared a lifetime together. Remember?” She treasured his grip around her hands. “We ruled well. Mithian…must sit at your side. She…must learn.”

“She will. Lord Blumenwald is ready to work with her. She cares for our people.” Pride pushed a smile across his face. He looked to Mithian. “Are you ready to listen and take heed, Daughter?”

“I am, Father. I want to serve our people. I do not know if I can be like Mother.” Mithian bit her lip. Purpose firmed her resolve. Doubt plagued her in that moment.

“Do it…your own way, Mithian.” Taene cleared her throat. “I have…seen your love for the people. They love you. I have…faith in you.” She set her jaw. “Remember. Listen to our King. Your advice must balance strength, mercy and wisdom. You cannot be rash. I know you have those within you. I fear your brother cannot maintain that balance. I know you have…potential.”

“Thank you.” Mithian kissed Taene’s cheek. “I will make you proud.”

“I know.” Taene coughed. “I have no doubts. Rodor, I told…Mithian to prepare. Meleagant…is not done. I know you will be aware. Be on guard. He will try again. None can…stand against him alone. Not even the Knights of Camelot.” Her breathing efforted still more.

Rodor conceded a nod. Meleagant’s horde elicited Apprehension’s insecurity within himself. Nemeth’s forces had magical and martial means. Still, Adversaries’ numbers rendered the fight less than fair. “King Ruthbert and Queen Radegund should be ready as well. The other kingdoms as well. I do not trust Uther in our lands.”

“His knights will be needed. And there is another here as well.” Taene glanced to Merlin. “The servant, Merlin. Trust in him when the time comes. There is more to him than meets the eye. I cannot say what.”

Rodor turned toward Merlin. He noted Merlin’s strange reaction and muttering across the area. What is going on with him?

Curiosity pressed with Questions. Other things were going on….

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Chapter 30
[A Twelfth of an Hourglass Turn Earlier]

Merlin stepped several steps away from the bedside scene. Priority rested with Taene’s conversations with Rodor and Mithian at that point Potential Implications worried him. Taene’s trust created questions in his mind. She says to trust somebody named Radegund? Who would that be? How can I protect Princess Mithian and Prince Kay when I am supposed to be at Prince Arthur’s side? And who is this person I resemble? His frown twisted in on itself.

Complain, complain, complain…. A dark robed specter appeared to his left. The crone’s glare challenged him. The one to be known as Emrys. You are such a boy yet! Sarcasm scoffed through her nostrils and clenched lips. Do not speak. The dying mortal and you are the only two who can see me. The others will not. It is her time.

Questions bubbled over in his mind. Who is this?

The specter frowned. I am the Cailleach. So! You have some surprises at this point. You can hear me. How unexpected and impressive! Surprise lifted her eyebrow. We will meet again before the year is out. She floated past him and toward the bedside. It is her time.

Instinct prompted a step toward the Cailleach. Better sense, however, brought second thoughts. Canary flashed through his eyes.

Do you think your magic can stop me? REALLY? The Cailleach coughed at him. Perhaps when you are older, you might delay me. Now? You are just a boy! I am not here for you yet. There is more going on than you know. Keep back. You cannot stop the tide. Irritation darkened her glare still more at him. The mortal cannot do any more. She will meet her reward. Her crooked index finger extended into the air and shook at him. You have much to learn before you can even think of challenging me. Besides the old King is noticing you. Calm yourself. She pressed on toward the bed. Her eyes met Taene’s. She crooked that index finger again. It is your time, Taene of Nemeth. Come.

Taene nodded. She looked again toward Rodor and Mithian. “I love you both. Be…strong. Look…to our people. Remember that.” Defiance spread a smile across her face. Then she slumped to the bed. “I…love you.” Her eyes closed. Last Breath left her lungs. Her spirit arose from her body. I am ready. She cast another look at everyone in the room. Then she floated toward the Cailleach.

Follow me then. Cailleach opened a portal in midair. She guided Taene toward it. Remember, Emrys, we will meet again. Look to the others now. She and Taene disappeared through the portal.

Merlin stared at the air. His hand reached through Portal’s former place. Who or what is she? Legends and stories hinted at Death Crone’s existence. Memoria recalled Hunith’s frown at such stories full well. What or who is she? What about Queen Taene? What did she do? He took several composing breaths. He turned back toward Rodor and Mithian at Taene’s bedside. Respect and Reverence demanded space for the grieving royals.

Britomart lingered but a step behind Mithian. Irritation and Questions bugged the Fire Hair as to Merlin’s actions. She shook her head ever so slightly. What is he doing?

Rodor embraced Mithian. His tears could wait. King and Negotiations could wait. Priority lay with Father’s role at that point. “Your mother is at peace with our ancestors now, Mithian. She is no longer in pain. I wish Kay could be here with us.”

Mithian sucked in a deep breath. “I know, Father. We have to be strong. Mother worried about Kay’s outlook. He listens too much to the Council and the hardliners. Can we trust him? Will we have a civil war?” She shook her head. “I do not want a divided kingdom such as Tintagel for us.”

“Nor do I.” Rodor regarded his daughter again. Her observation elicited a smile. Once again, Taene, you have seen what others might not have. Mithian’s insight could serve her well next to me. Her apprenticeship will be a challenge enough. Memoria recalled well enough the courtiers’ reactions to Taene’s and Mithian’s presence in royal affairs. How will she handle Count Bernard and the others on the Royal Council? This will bear watching. “We will speak more on this upon our return to Whitgate. For now, we should prepare the Queen’s body for the return to Nemeth. Then I will speak with King Uther.” He looked toward Merlin. “Merlin, perhaps you should have some time with Britomart this morning? I suspect we will not be staying much longer.” He rubbed his chin. Anticipation deduced that Arthur told Uther of Reyna’s presence there. Uther’s response, he also knew, would be predictable.
Negotiations would not include turning on magical beings and sorcerers…not if Rodor could help it….

Disappointment weighed down across Merlin’s shoulder akin to Leaden Cloak. “Your Highness, Queen Taene was a good woman. I am sorry that I could not do more.” He bowed to them. Once more, the Cailleach’s actions overwhelmed him. Who was that woman? Did she really take Queen Taene through the Veil?

“Merlin, you did what you could. You are but at the very beginning of your training. You served the Queen and kept her comfortable. I am glad for that at least. You understand service. I believe you need to learn technique. The rest will come to you.” Rodor pulled the blanket over Taene’s face. Then he looked Merlin over again. For some reason, Familiarity, as it had with Mithian earlier, ate at him. How would we know him? He was a peasant before coming to Camelot? Curious!

“King Rodor is correct, Merlin. We appreciate your caring and compassion. I am sure Master Gaius would be proud of you.” A helpful smile broke through Mourning’s overcast across Mithian’s face. Her eyes lingered on him. If only you were not Arthur’s man. If only you were not a peasant. Her heart twinged for some reason. That again? Now what? She sucked in a composing breath. “Perhaps, Father, we might have our knights watch over the Queen? We still have our functions here.” Her hand swiped away Mourning’s tears from her eyes. “She would want Britomart and me to help you, Merlin.”

Rodor nodded. “Aye. She would want that. We do have our duties.” He glanced down at the covered body. “Let us see what we can accomplish, Daughter. Britomart and you should go to our chambers. Then Lady Morgana will be expecting you. Merlin, can you watch the Queen? When our knights arrive, you can join the others.”

“Aye.” Merlin sat down next to Taene’s covered bedside.

“Thank you.” Rodor allowed a brief smile. He turned and walked out of the chamber. Uther’s mindset demanded his full mental faculties. In his current state, Negotiations seemed in doubt. Mourning distracted him at that point. Continuity’s question loomed before him as well. Cawdor’s continued threat pressed down on him. Issues knotted up one into the other.

Merlin untied his neckerchief. “Princess. You need this.” He held it out to her.

Mithian accepted the offering. “I…appreciate this. Thank you, Merlin. This is very kind.” She dabbed her eyes. Then she returned it to him. Her eyes met his for a fleeting heartbeat. Then she snapped herself back to the situation at hand. “We will expect you at Lady Morgana’s chamber. Thank you.” Mithian put her hand on Britomart’s arm. “Come.”

“Aye, Milady.” Britomart nodded to Merlin. Gratitude for Consideration’s moment shone in her eyes. “We will keep it simple, Merlin. Watch over Queen Taene with care.” With that, she followed Mithian out of the chamber.

“Watch the Queen.” Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. Appreciation lightened his mind’s and heart’s burden. Worry, however, spun his mind in certain regards. He stood and smoothed his clothes. His eyes watched the door for Nemeth’s knights. He wouldn’t fail that task in the meantime.

Service created Expectation….

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Chapter 31 [Morgana’s Chamber—A Half of Hourglass’ Turn Later]

Gwen crept into the area. Despite Sol’s place above Horizon’s eastern edge, she just got to Morgana’s breakfast. I cannot believe I overslept! Father was right. What was I thinking? She shut the door behind herself. Still, she knew the reason.

Merlin….

Is he all right up there? He is not a physician. He has not started any apprenticeship with Gaius. He knows a few herbs but that is all. Hopefully Britomart can show him something. She folded her arms across her chest. Worry ate at her. Merlin will try to help. That is who he is. I just do not want him in the middle of a crisis between Camelot and Nemeth. How does he get into those problems? A frown pretzeled her lips. This would have to happen now! Gaius cannot help that those people need his help too. I just hope the Queen is all right.

Morgana looked out the window. Sleep had evaded her during Night’s passage. How is the Queen? First King Meleagant attacks the Nemeth parties? Then he does so right here in Camelot and within sight of the walls? Now, Queen Taene is so deathly ill. Worse, Gaius is not here at this point? She turned to see Gwen setting a covered platter and fresh goblet on the table. “Oh! Good morning, Gwen. Thank you.” She deduced Concern weighing down on Gwen’s thoughts and across her face. “Are you all right?”

“Pardon me, Milady.” Gwen curtseyed. “I was thinking of the Nemeth delegation. The Prince was kidnapped. The Princess and her maid barely escaped with Merlin’s help. And now, Queen Taene’s really sick? I just hope Merlin does not do anything to get himself punished or worse.” She bit her lip. “I am sorry. You have enough on your mind.”

“Gwen! You know I value you as more than just a maid.” Morgana assessed Gwen once more. The latter’s feelings for Merlin came out clearly to her at least. “Perhaps you might accompany me after breakfast? I was going to see if there is anything I could do for King Rodor, Queen Taene and Princess Mithian.”

Gwen managed a smile. Relief relaxed her. “I…would appreciate that. Thank you, Milady.” She took the plate’s cover from the platter. Two sausage links and scrambled eggs awaited Morgana’s pleasure. “I brought too much.”

“Perhaps you might have a sausage?” Morgana shrugged. “The King and Prince Arthur will never know.” She pointed at the plate. “I only eat one anyhow.”

“I lost track and brought an extra one. Where is my mind this morning?” Gwen rubbed her forehead. “I cannot take that sausage. I could not ask.”

“You did not ask. I offered it. Please eat it, Gwen. You more than earn that with your caring and hard work around here.” Morgana motioned toward the plate.

“Thank you for understanding, Milady.” Gwen considered the sausage. Aroma made her mouth water. A bite from it flooded Spices and Rich Taste throughout her mouth. “This is delicious! Thank you. Sometimes, Father’s customers offer a pig for payment. We have these and ham too. It is very kind of you.”

“It is no trouble.” Morgana broke off a piece from the other sausage. She speared it with her fork and put it in her mouth. “I am glad you enjoy it.”

Gwen ate the sausage in a couple of bites. “I wonder if Merlin’s meal was like this last night?”

“I am sure it was. Princess Mithian and I both felt that he merited a good meal at the very least for his heroism yesterday.” Morgana shook her head. “We should be seeing him being made a knight this morning instead of training to be a servant.” Indignity sniffed through her nostrils. “The King is so stuck on the Knight’s Code. Bravery should mean an improvement in social standing.” She handed Gwen a cloth handkerchief. “Wipe your hands with that. You can wash it later.”

“Thank you, Milady. I wish Merlin could train to be a knight.” Gwen finished the sausage. She accepted the handkerchief and wiped her hands with it. “He could learn armor and the parts of it. Father and I could show him! The Prince can train him.” Enthusiasm raised her spirits up. She put the handkerchief in the laundry pile. Daydream conjured up an image. Imagination prompted an image of Merlin riding beside Arthur and the other knights. Sol glistened off of Chain Mail. Resolve and Earnestness enabled him to ride into Threat’s very teeth and claws. Her Colors lay tucked in his wrist’s cuff under the chain mail. Magical and Mundane stood no chance against the Knights of Camelot and Merlin. She waved to him. “Bring him back to me.”

Merlin’s eyes caught hers. Reassurance prompted a nod. Then he rode off with the Prince and Comrades. Battle lay ahead….

“Aye. He could. If only King Uther would allow it.” Morgana’s grin spread across her face. “You see him in that role. Do you not?”

Conspicuousness reddened Gwen’s face. “Milady, forgive me. I have daydreams when I should be getting your gown ready for Nemeth’s visit today.” She curtseyed again. Then she rushed off for the wardrobe. “Perhaps the emerald one?”

“For Nemeth’s colors. Why, Gwen! You have the makings of a diplomat yet!” Morgana drank from her goblet. “Aye. I believe you have a good idea.” She set the goblet down. “We will go with that.” She heard a knock at the door. She checked her robe. “I will get that. Can you put that dress by the changing screen please?” She walked across the chamber and opened the door. “Princess? Britomart?”

“Lady Morgana, pardon my showing up here.” Mithian cleared her throat. She still wore the previous day’s dress. “Might Britomart and I come in? I seem to be too early.” She dabbed her handkerchief across her eyes. Lament melted Resolve’s strength within herself.

Morgana’s eyebrow raised. “Nonsense! Come in. Gwen and I are late in getting ready for today.” She stepped to the side. “We were going to check on your family shortly.”

“Thank you.” Mithian led Britomart into the chamber. “King Rodor is preparing for his meeting with King Uther. Merlin will join us as soon as Sir Galahad can organize an honor guard.” Somberness sucked a deep breath into her lungs. “Queen Taene passed through the Veil two turns of the hourglass ago. We had to deal with Prince Arthur and Prince Kay last night. I do not know how long we will stay. That is King Rodor’s decision.”

“Merlin is still there?” Gwen stopped herself short. Worry once again ate at her. “Is he all right?”

Mithian quirked an eyebrow. “Of course, Merlin is all right. I do not understand the concerns about his service. He and Britomart tended to the Queen all night. He did not sleep. He allowed the King and me to use his bed for short rests.” She edited out his strange actions just before Taene’s death. (We know of course about Merlin’s motivations.)

“I can work with Merlin on table settings. Guinevere, maybe you can help him further? If we stay longer, I can work with him further. I hope I can. King Rodor and King Uther will make that decision. Procedures and settings can be taught. What I saw in you yesterday and this morning is essential,” Britomart clarified. “Milady, with your permission.”

“If we stay, of course. I just do not want anyone blaming Lady Reyna for the Queen’s death. She had nothing to do with it. If anything, Master Wyngate refused to work with Lady Reyna in Whitgate.” Mithian rubbed her forehead.

“Prince Arthur told Uther about her appearance in Gaius’ chamber. Then Prince Kay….” Morgana cut off her own response. She shook her head. “King Uther told Prince Arthur and me not to say anything.” Curses flowed through her head.

Mithian narrowed her eyes. “What about Prince Kay? King Rodor ordered him to his chamber last night.” She ground her teeth. “Lady Morgana, what about Prince Kay?”

Morgana bowed her head. “Prince Kay came in on my argument with Prince Arthur and the King about Lady Reyna being here and…magic in Nemeth.” She rubbed her forehead. “Prince Kay told us that Lady Reyna was a witch. She used magic to get here and disappear. King Uther plans to charge her with Queen Taene’s murder.”

“WHAT?” Mithian stared at Morgana. “That is not true! Lady Reyna cares for my mother! She did not know about the Queen’s condition until it was too late.” A terse breath hissed through clenched teeth. “He is opposed to sorcery. I cannot believe he did that! He knows better!” She slumped into a chair. Sobs choked her. Tears welled in her eyes. Betrayal and Outrage stung her heart.

“King Uther scolded him for going behind King Rodor’s back, Princess Mithian.” Morgana brought the half-full goblet over to Mithian. “Gwen, bring my gown to the changing screen. I’d best get dressed.” She ground her teeth. The King will use that to press King Rodor on the matter if he wants that agreement. I know Prince Kay is immature and a brat. He might just start a war with his attitude.

What was that about Best Laid Plans???

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Chapter 32 [Dining Hall]

George walked about the dining table. Sol’s light gleamed off Oaken surface. Utensils, covered platters and goblets aligned in perfect alignment. Chairs lined up against the table. Irritation grated on him. That peasant was supposed to be here! Where is he? This is what Prince Arthur and the King get for putting a rustic buffoon in the royal household! Frustration curled his lip. His fingers tapped to Impatience’s tune. What about that fire haired maid? His eyes rolled. Everyone talks about her! Rude snort escaped his lips.

Cassandra set a pitcher in its waiting place close to the table. Water sloshed inside of it. Nerves trembled through her hands. Opportunity overwhelmed her in this regard. She could barely look at George to be honest. Gossip stabbed at him from Court’s every corner it seemed. Rumors had filled her ears…none of it good. “Gwen served Lady Morgana in her chamber. Merlin is with them.”

Disdain puffed through his flared nostrils. “And you would know how?” He scoffed at her. Then he saw Uther and Arthur walk into the chamber. “Sire! Prince Arthur! Good morning! We have everything set.”

“Thank you.” Uther raised an eyebrow at George. Expectations pointed to Merlin, Britomart and Gwen waiting on them at that point. “Where are your servant, Morgana’s maid and King Rodor’s maid? I would expect their service.”

Arthur shook his head. “The last time I saw Merlin was last night. He was in Gaius’ chambers with King Rodor, Princess Mithian and Queen Taene. Beyond that, Morgana would know, Sire.” He studied the table. “At least George has our meals. Perhaps we should check the Physician’s Chamber again?”

“We can do that after breakfast.” Uther saw Rodor and Kay enter the area. “Good morning, King Rodor and Prince Kay. Might I ask to the Queen’s health? I apologize that Gaius was not here.”

Rodor took a deep breath. Mask of State restrained Emotions’ tempest at that point. “Good morning, King Uther. Thank you. I am afraid that Queen Taene passed through the Veil two turns of the hourglass ago. She was comfortable at least. Princess Mithian went to find Lady Morgana. I wanted you to know something else as well.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your servant, Merlin, performed exceptional service to the Queen last night and this morning. He was awake all evening and at her bedside. He offered his bed to the Princess and myself so that we could remain close by to Queen Taene. You can show someone how to set a table or the ritual around a meal. How to serve with humility is something that really comes from within.” He pulled his chair out. “Thank you for allowing Merlin to serve us last night. He truly made a difference.”

Father, the boy is a servant. He is no more than some rustic clod! You make him sound like perfection itself. Kay somehow kept a straight face. Indignation and Disgust soured in his craw. Resentment brewed within him for being kept away from his mother in her last hours as well. What is next? Are Mithian and he going to shove sorcery in Uther’s face? Please, Father! Do not be an idiot!

“I am glad that Merlin represented Camelot with such distinction last night.” Uther eyed Arthur and then Kay. “Whatever our other issues are, King Rodor, you have our deepest sympathies over Queen Taene’s death. Now I understand where Morgana and Princess Mithian are. Morgana is very compassionate and caring. This can only be to our kingdoms’ mutual benefit.”

“Sire? Perhaps Prince Kay and I might spend some time as well?” Arthur nodded to Rodor. “King Rodor, my sympathies as well.”

“Thank you, Prince Arthur.” Rodor pondered Implications’ deeper effects on their negotiations. He glanced toward Kay. “I would offer Prince Kay an opportunity to pray and say a few words for the Queen first. Then, a ride together might benefit you both. Meantime, King Uther, you and I can talk to our kingdoms’ needs.”

Uther motioned toward the table. Admiration conceded regard for Rodor’s strength in the face of Taene’s death. “I would not press our negotiations for today. I would postpone our negotiations due to your loss. I am also willing to offer assistance in hunting down her murderer.”

Rodor stiffened. Surprise threw a kink into his thoughts. “Murder? Queen Taene was not murdered. She died of a disease. Our court physician, Master Wyngate, could not diagnose her condition. We had hoped Master Gaius would have been available. Merlin informed us that he is treating the sick in the provinces. That is understandable. It was not murder. I will deal with the matter back in Whitgate not here.”

Uther raised an eyebrow. “I was led to believe that a healer from your kingdom was in the Physicians’ Chambers with you last night. Lady Reyna? She refused to do anything other than make Queen Taene comfortable. Furthermore, she broke Camelot’s laws through the use of enchantments. She is to be brought back here and made an example of.”

Rodor stared at Uther. “I will do no such thing! Lady Reyna is a skilled healer and homeopath. Aye. She is a priestess of the old religion. Aye. She used magic to come to the Queen’s side and then depart. Beyond that, she diagnosed Queen Taene. She knew that the condition was too far advanced. Any cure might kill her faster than the disease itself. She showed Merlin and my maid, Britomart, how to make the medicine. There were no enchantments in her diagnosis or treatment. She was discreet so as to respect you, King Uther. She only sought to serve the Greater Good. She and the Queen were close for years.” He shook his head. “There are others with whom I have issues in terms of medical malpractice. Lady Reyna is not one of them.”

Uther sniffed. His lip curled. “I wish that Gaius had been here as well. Then that witch would not have had to stain my citadel with her presence.” He shook his head. “It seems we are back at our old impasse, King Rodor. You need to understand….”

“I need to understand what?” Rodor’s eyes narrowed. “Your Purge? Your genocidal crusade against anything of the old religion, sorcery or any magical beings? What did they do to you?” His eyebrow raised. “You forget. I know what happened to Queen Igraine. I have spoken to her and to Priestess Nimue. I know what happened.”

“You’d listen to that witch? No wonder you are mistaken. She lies!” Uther slapped his hand on the table.

Rodor maintained Calm and Resolve. He shook his head. “You wanted what you wanted. You never paid heed to the consequences even when others warned you. You got what you wanted. You could not accept the consequences. That is on you not Priestess Nimue or anyone else. Magic is like a sword or any tool. The intention and effects are determined by the wielder not anyone else. I look at magic in that way. I judge accordingly. As long as anyone co-exists, they can live in Nemeth in peace. I left Malodius behind in Gedref out of respect for your laws. It was not because I wanted to. I am trying to respect you.” He sucked in a deep breath. “Given the bigger threats to Camelot and Nemeth, I believe that we should work out an understanding. Meleagant would like nothing better than to watch our armies wear each other down. That only benefits Cedric and him.”

“I know what happened! You do not!” Denial closed Uther’s mind. Once more, Deflection and Blinders shoved Truth away from him. Rather, Convenient Blame sought to pin itself (in his mind at least) onto others. “I was prepared to listen, King Rodor. I do not think it will make a difference now. You are correct that we should mind Cawdor’s ambitions. Meleagant showed that he cannot be trusted. But you cannot be trusted either in certain regards.”

“I regret that it is true of you as well. Your persecution is unjust. How much blood will you spill? It will not bring her back. I wish that Queen Igraine could come back. She was my friend. She was a joy to speak to. Prince Arthur should know that.” Rodor nodded to Arthur. “She would never have wanted that especially in her name.” He rubbed his chin. Understanding dawned on him. “Prince Kay, did you come here last night? I told you to return to your chamber.”

Kay bowed his head. He ground his teeth. “Sire. I did. King Uther needed to know about his laws. Besides, Lady Reyna was gone. I did not want Queen Taene disturbed. He….”

Betrayal stung at Rodor’s heart. His lip curled. He put his hand up to Kay. “Not another word! We will speak later. I respect that you wish to assure King Uther that his laws were being respected. It is a good thing to care about your mother like that. I, however, gave you a direct order. You defied it. Now we have this situation.” He rubbed his forehead. Then his eyes looked over the covered food. “I am sorry. I will not be able to negotiate. Lady Reyna did nothing but good here. Do not cast aspersions on her. We will pack and be gone as soon as possible. I wish for Queen Taene to be interred according to Nemeth’s traditions. Come, my Son. We are done here.” He led Kay from the chamber. There, he spied Mithian, Morgana, Britomart and Gwen hustling toward them.

“Sire?” Mithian stopped three steps short of the dining hall. “I am sorry for being late. Lady Morgana and I….”

“I overslept and delayed Princess Mithian, King Rodor.” Morgana nodded to Rodor. “I am sorry about Queen Taene. She was a wonderful person. I was telling Princess Mithan that in my chamber earlier. Again, I am sorry we were late.”

Rodor nodded. “There is no need to apologize, Lady Morgana. That is to your credit. For that, I thank you. I wish we could stay longer. Alas! Our business is finished. Britomart, pack Princess Mithian’s belongings. We will be returning to Nemeth as soon as we are ready. I need to speak with Sir Galahad. Perhaps you might tell Gilbert to do the same upstairs, Prince Kay?”

“I will go with you, Princess. I wish we could do more for Merlin. He did not get the training.” Lament saddened Morgana. She’d wanted to catch up with Mithian and see to Merlin’s service. Circumstances shattered Expectations and Dreams, however.

“I will work with him, Milady.” Gwen curtseyed to them. Negotiations remained important. Still, Relief eased Jealousy’s hold over her heart. Mithian, despite Status’ differences between Merlin and her, lingered too close for Gwen’s liking. For some reason, Gwen felt ill at ease around the visiting Princess. Respect held Britomart in high regard. Insecurity preferred Merlin all to herself.

“I know you will, Gwen. I appreciate that. Perhaps there might be an opportunity for another visit or negotiation? One can hope. Perhaps you might bring something from the kitchen for the Princess and Britomart? I understand politics. I would still be a good hostess. King Rodor?” Morgana nodded to the visiting King.

“I would have our meal, Lady Morgana. I would not come between King Uther and you, however. I would not want Guinevere to garner disapproval through such service. Nor would I want that for Merlin either.” Rodor looked to Mithian. “Prepare well, Daughter, for our ride.” With that, he guided Kay toward the stairs.

Morgana saw Uther and Arthur watching them in turn. She met their eyes with her own. Then she led the others toward her own chambers.

Old Issues twisted and smashed Understandings it seemed….

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Chapter 33 [Three of Hourglass’ Turns Later]

Akin to Tornado’s devastation, Circumstances and Issues changed plans. Negotiations went by the wayside. Rodor ordered the entourage’s members to pack and prepare for immediate departure. Possessions flew back into trunks and valises. Horses were fed, watered and saddled. Taene’s body laid in a newly purchased wagon’s back. Honor Guard flanked said wagon and its precious cargo.

Farewells expressed led to sudden departure. Such as it goes….

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[Front of the Citadel]

Merlin sat on Citadel’s granite stairs. Questions batted around inside of his head. Magic and Prejudice ate at him. Misunderstandings and Arguments rang in his ears. Magic is not evil. Why can the King not see that? Who was so evil when Uther came to power? Who? He bowed his head. A frown sagged on his mouth. A pronounced sigh escaped his lips. Once more, Suspicion swirled about potential magic users. Lady Reyna tried to help the Queen. She is her subject. Right?

Gwen stuck her head out the door. Her search encircled Citadel’s entire structure. Worry for Merlin occupied her mind. Fortunately, Morgana allowed her to check on him after Nemeth’s departure. She watched him for a few of Hourglass’ grains. He is taking this hard. Those people were not here all that long. It’s sad that the Queen died. Life, however, goes on. Does it not? “Merlin?”

“Hmm?” Her call broke Reverie’s grip on him. He jumped to his feet. “Huh? Oh! Sorry, Gwen.” He straightened himself up and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just had some thinking to do. Prince Arthur looking for me?”

“Not yet as far as I know. Lady Morgana gave me permission to look for you. I should have known you would be right here still.” Gwen wandered down the stairs toward him. “Are you all right?”

“Oh yeah.” Cheeriness faked a grin onto his face for her benefit. “Too bad that Britomart and I could not work together more. She is some healer. You should have seen her upstairs.” He shrugged. “Guess I got a great teacher.”

“I do not know if I measure up to her standards. Thank you, Merlin, for the compliment.” Relief and Praise spread a smile across her face. She relaxed. “By the way, I agree with King Rodor and Princess Mithian about your service. You were terrific yesterday. You rescue the Princess and the Prince! You helped as they tried to save Queen Taene. Their King even requested you for the honor procession. It shows what you can do when you keep your eyes open.”

“Keep my eyes open?” Her comment raised his eyebrow. He turned toward her. He waited for clarification.

She sniffed. Amusement relaxed her even more. “Maybe watch out for chamber pots? It’s all about confidence, Merlin. I know you can do it. Practice makes perfect, right?” A shrug took more from the argument’s edge. She glanced into his eyes. “At least you showed what you can do.”

“Thanks, Gwen. I wish I could have done more.” Merlin bowed his head.

Gwen stiffened. She frowned. “You did what you could, Merlin. Nobody could have asked any more from you especially since you are a servant and a new one at that. Give yourself credit.”

Arthur stuck his head out the door next. “So! *There* you are, Merlin! The King wants to talk to you.” Insistence blazed in his eyes. “Now.”

“Sorry, Prince Arthur.” Merlin bowed to him. “I was thinking about yesterday and this morning. I figured that was a good thing. I did not mean to keep him waiting.”

Arthur nodded. “I know. Thinking about the situation is a good thing. Daydreaming is not. Since King Rodor and his group are gone, I have a great many things for you to catch up on. Let us see what the King wants first. Come on.” Impatience’s hand swipe beckoned Merlin toward him.

“Guess that is my cue?” Merlin smiled to Gwen.

“Guess it is. I hope the King wants to give you good news, Merlin. Good luck in there.” She watched Merlin follow Arthur back into the Citadel. Ominous thoughts billowed through her head. Please do not let him get in trouble.

Prayers went forth. Whether they were heard or not was another thing….

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[Uther’s Office—A Sixth of Hourglass’ Turn Later]

Gaius watched Uther stare out the window toward the west. Epidemic’s ravages came and went in a neighboring shire. He’d saved between half and three-quarters of one village. Another hamlet’s graveyard tripled in size. He’d wanted a few days to digest and ponder those events.

And now Merlin’s situation loomed in front of him….

What did that boy get himself into? I told him to keep his head down. Gaius pieced together Courtiers’ accounts. Uther’s summation throbbed at his temples. At least with the Princess, he was out getting my herbs. Still, did he have to ride off after Prince Kay? And right into the Cawdorian camp no less? Good grief! Memoria recalled Hunith’s imploring him to keep Merlin safe. How can I do that if he keeps rushing off into trouble? Dark Thoughts flooded his mind. “Sire, Merlin tried to help.”

“I know, Gaius.” Uther shook his head. “I will discuss this further when Prince Arthur and he are here.” Grim expression knotted his face. Kay’s account about Sleeping Mists and Reyna’s presence unsettled him.

Arthur opened the door. “Sire, I found Merlin.” He nodded to Uther and stepped into the room. “Merlin?”

“Aye, Prince Arthur.” Merlin tip toed into the office. He studied the entire area. He noted Uther turning around to face him. Surprise and Relief lifted his spirits with Gaius’ presence there. “Gaius! You are back! How did everything go?”

A lengthy sigh escaped Gaius’ lips. “We can talk back in our chamber, Merlin. Pay attention to King Uther now.” He motioned toward Uther. “Sire.”

“Of course.” Merlin bowed to Uther. “Sire, I did not mean to keep you waiting. What can I do for you? Can I get the door?”

“You should do that.” Uther watched Merlin close the door. He mulled over his next words. He knew Merlin still adjusted to Camelot. On this occasion, at least, the situation did not warrant Stocks’ example. “I have questions. First though, Camelot owes you thanks for your service during Nemeth’s visit yesterday and this morning. King Rodor brought your service in regards to Queen Taene to my attention. He was most complimentary of your performance. Furthermore, your aid to Princess Mithian and Prince Kay saved Camelot from a dire political situation. I appreciate those things. The positive outcomes do hold weight in my thinking. Your rash ride after Prince Kay did raise questions. He wondered how you managed to get through that mist without falling asleep. How did you manage that?”

Merlin kept a straight face. “Sire, I put my neckerchief over my nose and mouth. Then I took one of the knights’ daggers and cut the Prince’s ropes. I got him to my horse and we rode right back here. I was just as confused as the Prince and everyone else was. I just took advantage of the situation.”

“And what happened with Lady Reyna? How did you assist her with Queen Taene’s treatment? Did she attempt to cure the Queen?” Uther glared right into Merlin’s eyes.

Merlin frowned. Situation demanded Pretexts…and yes, Lies. I can do this. “Sire, Lady Reyna looked the Queen over. She did examine Queen Taene much as Gaius would do for a patient. She mixed up some medicine. She showed Britomart and me how to do it. It was just herbs, water and other medicinal treatments. Nothing else.”

“Nothing?” Uther raised his eyebrow. “No sorcery?”

Merlin tap danced around Uther’s question. Reyna’s appearance and disappearance could cast Doubt’s conundrums over the whole matter. “I did not see anything beyond what Gaius would do. He opposes sorcery. Britomart and I treated the Queen with that medicine and being there for her. Neither of us used sorcery, Sire. She did not use it to treat the Queen or involve Britomart or me in anything like that.” And if we had? Would there have been harm in that? What if the magic had worked?

Uther nodded. His posture relaxed. “I see. I am glad you made that distinction. It saves me from having to take this matter any further. You should take greater care. Remember that you are a servant. Your other actions came in the course of your assumed duties. You will focus on those duties as servant and Gaius’ apprentice. It is a pity that you are a peasant. I could have raised you up to a knighthood. If you were noble, I would do so. Alas! You are not.” Uther sucked in a deep breath. “That is all. You will report back to Prince Arthur for tonight’s meal. I would encourage you to take today to think on what I have just said. Gaius, go with your apprentice. Thank you.”

“Sire. Thank you.” Gaius bowed to Uther and Arthur. The Eyebrow rose at Merlin. “I wish to see what Merlin found for me yesterday.”

“I will think on that.” Merlin bowed as well. Then he opened the door. “Gaius.”

“Thank you, Merlin.” Appreciation prompted a nod from Gaius for him. He led Merlin from the Office’s stifling atmosphere. Further discussion would answer his questions. Safety, however, came first.

Merlin shook his head. I cannot be a knight because I am a peasant? I thought that was the law. I have proven myself. It does not matter. Welcome to the real world, Merlin.

Such as it went….

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Chapter 34 [Physician’s Chambers—A Third of Hourglass’ Turn Later]

Gaius ambled back into the chamber. “Get the door, Merlin. We need to talk about what happened.” He glanced back at Merlin. Eyebrow raised his hairline a good four inches (or so it seemed). Concern elicited a frown.

Merlin shut the door behind them. “Gaius, the King’s satisfied. I did not use magic yesterday. You asked me not to. I did not. I rode a horse. I gathered herbs. I ran into Princess Mithian and Britomart. The Princess shot that red knight. Britomart grabbed his horse. I led them back here. Prince Kay well….” He rolled his eyes.

“You were rash, Merlin.” Gaius rubbed the back of his neck. “Sir Leon and the knights have their job. Let them do it.” He narrowed his eyes. “You do not know anything about that mist. Do you?”

“I did not cast any spells. I have not read much in that grimoire yet.” Merlin shrugged. “I smelled that odor from those herbs you have in the jar up there. Still, it was chilly and humid in those mists too. Kind of like medicinal and magical? I would not know how to do that.”

“Fortunately, Uther agrees with you, Merlin. You kept your eyes open and your wits about you in here. Well done in that regard.” Gaius shook his head. “You can see now why I am always telling you to be careful. Lady Reyna is an excellent healer. I do wish King Rodor had consulted with her back in Nemeth rather than bringing her here. By doing so, he created a potential problem.”

“Why?” A frown pretzeled Merlin’s mouth. “Lady Reyna came to this chamber. She left from here. She used magic in the treatment. She did not involve us that way. She tried to be discreet. You were not here. We needed a healer.”

“Aye. You did need a healer. Perhaps if I had been here, the matter could have been avoided. As it is, King Rodor provoked Uther again in that regard. Lady Reyna is a healer. She is also well known as a priestess and user of magic. I knew her years ago. She means no harm to anyone. Uther, however, will use her presence as a pretext if he can. Once again, Merlin, you need to take care. You did well.”

“Thanks.” Merlin rubbed his forehead. “Something else happened just as Queen Taene was dying.” He bit his lip. “This old woman showed up. She called herself the Callie or Cay-leach. She called me ‘Emrys’. She knew about me and my destiny. She touched the Queen and guided her spirit through a light in the air. Nobody else saw it. I did.”

Gaius frowned. “You saw…?” He ground his teeth. “Merlin, she was an old woman in dark robes? She actually took Queen Taene’s soul to the other side? And she knew you?” The Eyebrow raised once more. “That, Merlin, was the Cailleach. She is the keeper of the Veil. Your magic already grows it seems. That is what enabled you to see her. It also means the Old Religion knows of you and you being here as well. It is fortunate that you allowed her to take Queen Taene. You could not have stopped her.” He shuffled to the window. “I fear for Nemeth now. Without Queen Taene, King Rodor will need support.”

“Princess Mithian will help. She seems strong. That Prince needs some humility.” Merlin shook his head. “By the way, that blue tincture on your workbench is Lady Reyna’s medicine for the Queen. Britomart mixed that up just before the Queen’s death.”

“I see.” Gaius considered the solution. “I have to say well done on this as well, Merlin. It seems you have potential as a physician. At least the questions about your service have been answered for the present.”

“Too bad this is not Nemeth. I might be elevated to a knight or something. They mentioned something about three tasks?” Merlin rubbed the back of his neck.

Sympathy conceded a nod and gentled Gaius’ stance. “Nemeth, like most of the Five Kingdoms, follows the Capability Laws. Those ancient laws state that if someone conducts three deeds of tremendous importance to a kingdom, that person can be raised up in status. Uther, on the other hand, follows the Knights’ Code which enforces social divides between nobility and everyone else. One thing you have to learn, Merlin. While you are here, you have to do what Uther says. He is the King. He can do what he wants. That includes the Purge. It caused enough of a stir when he made you Prince Arthur’s personal servant. Besides, if he made you a knight, you would be too exposed.”

“Think of what I could do though as a knight. I could defend the Prince. I could keep Camelot safe. I could show the King that magic could be used for good.”

Gaius shook his head. “Aye. Magic can be used for good. Uther does not care. To him, all magic is bad. He would not care if you took down the whole Cawdorian army and saved Camelot by yourself. He would have you burnt at the stake for it. You must continue to stay in the shadows. Learn to do things in a regular and accepted way. You are doing so. The last thing we need is for you to try to be a hero. Let Prince Arthur, Sir Leon and the knights do their job. I did promise your mother I would keep you safe.”

Merlin conceded a nod. Gaius’ points registered on him. Still, Frustration burned at him as well. How can I fulfill my destiny and protect the Prince if I cannot practice my magic? “I am trying to stay safe. I made sure I stayed hidden in that camp. Everyone was asleep.”

“That is a good thing. I am glad to hear it.” Gaius handed him a wooden bucket. “I need some water from the cistern. A walk would do you good.”

Merlin accepted the pail and headed out into the passage. Issues and Priorities clashed in his mind. Still, issues remained.

Conundrums of Co-Existence and Destiny lingered….

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Chapter 35 [Gedref Camp, On Severn’s Far Bank]

Nemeth’s pace enabled the riders to cross Severn’s rushing waters in good time. Camp was set up. Malodius greeted his friends and bowed to the royals. Shock elicited a whine over Taene’s death. Turn of Events, while expected, disappointed him. Meantime, Sentries patrolled the perimeter. Britomart pitched Mithian’s and Rodor’s tents. Campfires blazed for Cooking and Protection later.

Despite Taene’s death, life eased ever onward. Because of her passing, Changes were upon them…..

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[Rodor’s Tent]

Rodor sat in his portable chair. Negotiations’ failure weighed on him. The nobles’ coming reaction to Taene’s death created a potential crisis. Memoria recalled Tintagel’s splitting after Gorlois’ death and Ruthbert’s rise to power. Kay’s and Mithian’s differences put them at odds. Anticipation foretold similar circumstances in Nemeth. Furthermore, Disobedience and Opposing Agenda put Kay at odds with him. He listens too much to the hardliners. He looks to Camelot rather than me for his example. Perhaps some time on the Continent? He recalled King Sancho had invited Kay to his court for service. A few months would not hurt him. Sancho is a worthy ally.

“Father?” Kay called through the tent.

“You may enter, Kay. Thank you.” Rodor leaned back in his seat. He watched his son enter the tent. “The ride has refreshed you?”

“It has.” Kay nodded to Rodor. Still, Disappointment and Resentment burned at him. He’d wanted to spend longer around Arthur, Uther and the knights. Interest sparked in him for Morgana. “I wish matters had worked out better.” He glanced at his mother’s wrapped body. “I am sorry for her death. We did not agree on matters. Still, I respected her.”

“Do you?” Rodor put up his hand. “I know you care for her, Kay. Still, when you spit on Mithian’s beliefs, you spit on the Queen’s and mine. I was going to have you stay in Nemeth and observe. I have reconsidered. Now I think distance would be a good thing for you. I like this thought on your part. You remember King Sancho?”

“Aye. He is a good man. He fights the Moors to the south along the Roman Sea. Why? You mean to send me away?” Kay stared at his father. He knew Count Bernard and the Council wanted him at his father’s side. With Taene’s death, that would be possible.

“You need to learn how to conduct yourself in a diplomatic setting. I am not ‘sending you away’. This is not a banishment. This is training. You can learn with a good King. You spend a few months with him. Then you return to Nemeth. We will see what you can make of yourself.” Rodor took a draught from his goblet. “You have to realize that I am the King not you. I am aware of what the Councilors think of me. I know what they believe. I will be speaking to Count Bernard soon enough. Master Wyngate and I need a discussion as well. I do not need a rebellion or civil war when those things happen.”

“Who will be with you? Mithian?” Kay frowned. “Sire! She cannot inherit! The Council…they do not take her seriously.” Disbelief widened his eyes.

“They’d best learn to. She is the Queen’s choice to sit by my side. I agree. While you spar and talk with the hardliners, Mithian studies the law codes and observes the court. She gives to the poor. She puts the kingdom before herself. She respects my word as law. You would do well to follow her example. Anyhow, I wanted to prepare you. We will speak again upon our arrival in Whitgate.” Rodor looked pointedly at Kay.

I would learn from Mithian? Not hardly! The servants and poor are not worth our time! Kay nodded to Rodor. “I will be ready. Shall I let her know?”

“Let me know what?” Mithian stuck her head into the tent. “Father? Kay? Is something the matter?” She narrowed her eyes at Kay. What did you do now? She nodded to Rodor. “I can wait.”

“Nay. Kay and I are finished with our talk. He is going to Hispania. King Sancho has invited him for a few months. The diplomatic embassy will offer much perspective. Nemeth can benefit from such contacts.” Rodor motioned for Kay to leave.

“Aye, Father.” Kay nodded again. Then he departed from the tent. He still wants me out of the way. We will see about that! Schemes floated through his head even then. He headed for his own horse. Letters awaited drafting before their arrival back in Whitgate.

She raised an eyebrow. “He is up to something, Father.”

“I am sure he is.” Rodor rubbed his forehead. “Kay does not understand the Prince’s role and responsibilities. He is a great knight and very intelligent. I do not fault his bravery. I do find fault with his choices. He listens to the wrong people. I do not need him stirring up unrest at this point. Your mother’s funeral should not devolve into a spectacle. You will be at my side as the Lady of Nemeth. It falls to you.”

“Aye, Father.” Anxiety’s butterflies flew about inside of Mithian’s stomach. Nerves chilled her spine. Reverence prompted a nod for him. “Forgive me, Sire. I was caught up in our conversation.”

“I know. You see, Daughter? Even now, you make my point for me. I wish the Council would allow me to strike that law about women not being able to inherit in their own right from the Code. Alas! They will double down. You will have to be ready for that opposition. I ask that you restrain your temper. Speak with care. Restraint is your weakness. You will have to learn. I will have Lord Blumenwald working with you. Can you follow his counsel?”

“Aye. I can learn a great deal from him and you.” She bowed to him. “Even the most humble and newest of servants can accomplish great things. I learned that in the last day well enough.”

Rodor cracked a smile. “Merlin. I see he has made an impression on you.” He breathed in a deep lungful of air. “I almost asked Uther for his services. I think he will be a better servant than anyone suspects. He is better than Uther deserves.” His eyes rolled. “Aye. He served the Queen well. He rescued your brother and you. Pity that Uther does not believe in the Capability Laws.”

“That is a pity. Merlin accomplished two of his three tasks in a day.” She quirked her brow. Interest and Intrigue circled about in her mind for Merlin. What else can you do, Merlin? Physician’s apprentice? Servant? Hero? If you returned with us, Britomart and you could train together at our court and with Master Wyngate! Pity he is still a peasant. King Uther would never grant us Merlin without reason. Perhaps we will meet again at some point.

“Servants like Merlin are to be treasured. You have Britomart. Prince Arthur has Merlin. Let that be sufficient for now. If Merlin did accomplish a third task on our behalf, Uther and I would be having another conversation about him. Meanwhile, keep your mind on that task at hand. Think of your words for your mother’s funeral. Prepare to be the Lady of Nemeth. That is on you now, Mithian,” Rodor continued.

“Aye, Father.” Resolve straightened her posture. “Our people come first. Nemeth comes first. Can we think any less than that? I look forward to watching you in the Council Chamber and Throne Chamber as well. I know I have much to learn. Perhaps someday, there will be a Prince to serve alongside me? I cannot simply hand over authority to some oaf. The Council and Kay would have me do that.”

“I know.” Rodor nodded. “I can see your mother’s spirit in you, Mithian. You need to hold yourself in check. Be patient much as you are when you are hunting. That will serve you well. I think you will do well. Remember how awesome this responsibility is. You may go now.”

“Thank you, Sire.” She nodded to Rodor. Then she raised his hand to her lips. Fealty’s seal pressed against his knuckles. “I look forward to my own apprenticeship of sorts.”

“That is a good way to think about it. Thank you.” Rodor motioned toward the exit. “I am sure Britomart awaits you.”

Mithian stifled a cough with her hand. “Aye. She is. Thank you.” With that, she departed from the area.

Rodor exhaled a sharp breath. She and Britomart are inseparable. That one would be a good knight or advisor if she was a man. When she gets her three feats, Mithian and I will speak. Mithian’s point about a Prince to rule at her side merits thought. Who would rule beside her? Accolon is not a candidate. I fear there is not another. He drank another draught and pondered over the matter further.

Issues always remained….

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Britomart tended the poultry skewers. She turned them over Fire’s searing heat. These will be ready soon enough. Milady and the King have enough to think about without missing a meal. At least Lady Morgana made sure we had something to take back with us. How is King Uther such a prat? She glanced across the Severn. Aborted Training with Merlin weighed on her mind. I wish I could have worked with him more. He has his moments. Still, he is not some prat or idiot. Prince Arthur does not appreciate what he has in Merlin as a servant. What I could do with Guinevere and Merlin in our royal household! May the goddess watch over you, Merlin. In that kingdom, you will need her eyes.

“Still thinking about our unfinished business, are we?” Mithian squatted beside the fire. “I am too.” She assessed the skewers. “That already smells wonderful.”

“I know, Milady. I will try. Camelot’s cook basted these birds in Roman oil. I am sure you will enjoy them. Did your conversation go well with the King?” Britomart turned the skewers. Her attention remained fixed, however, on Mithian.

“Aye it did. We had best prepare, Britomart. I am the Queen’s heiress. I guess we knew I’d become Lady of Nemeth. Now it is official.” Mithian set her jaw. “I hope I can live up to her standard. Our people deserve no less.”

“Have faith in yourself, Milady. I have no doubt that you will grow into that role. The goddess will provide.” Britomart filled a goblet with water. “There you are.”

“Thank you.” Mithian nodded. Appreciation prompted her smile for Britomart’s service. May Prince Arthur appreciate Merlin in this way. She turned her eyes skyward. Thank you for offering us such great friends even in the midst of failed negotiations. May we be such friends to them in return!

Sentiments reached out into the sky. Their reverberations would be telling indeed….

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Conclusion
[Somewhere Else]

Mists billowed between realms. Realties hid themselves behind such curtains. Unearthly Chill elicited shivers from all but a select few in such places. And in one such place, a temple sat against a great lake. Within Pillar’s circle, a luminescent female figure watched everything. Mist Portal’s images shimmered akin to Ripples in Adjacent Lake. Her eyes observed crucial events and proceedings. Memoria recalled Previous Millenia. Prophecy held what was to come. Aye. Do wish for such things and work at your apprenticeship, Mithian of Nemeth. Yours will be an important role indeed in the time to come. Her hand waved over the portal.

Nemeth’s party pondered deeper concerns….

Uther stewed over Reyna’s magic in Camelot and her escape from there. His quill scribbled out a note on Vellum’s surface….

Gaius inspected the herbs carefully….

Meleagant paced about his own throne chamber. Failure grated on him. Vengeance’s time already began to count down toward coming confrontation….

A slender dark robed elder man rode toward some destination or other. Tools rattled about in his saddlebags. Purpose pushed him toward his never-ending hunt….

A red-haired Amazon regarded the distant hills from her village. At her side, a dark-haired servant paid her reverence….

And a certain priestess toiled over an egg (or what seemed like it). Satisfaction shone in her eyes over the completed product….

And so, this world proceeds. We shall see what these mortals make of themselves. She waved her hand back toward Camelot once more.

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[Camelot—Cistern]

Cobblestone Road guided Merlin toward the Lower Town and his task at hand. Gaius’ words weighed on his mind. Double Standards burned at him. Mother knew of Gaius by reputation, I guess. Still, is Camelot the best place for me? I know there is my Destiny. But I could be safe too.

Your destiny is set, Young Warlock. You cannot run from it, Kilgarrah interjected. You seem to have had quite a couple of days. I have felt interesting thoughts from you. Perhaps matters are not as simple as you would like to believe?

Merlin did not respond. All around himself, townspeople and their listening ears passed by him. Informers could report him to Uther. Attention was the last thing he needed at that point. He walked up to Cistern’s pump. “Guess it’s like any errand. Prince Arthur will probably have something waiting anyway.”

“Merlin?”

Merlin turned to find Morgana and Gwen watching him in turn. “Lady Morgana! I did not see you! Gwen.” He bowed to them. “Gaius needed a bucket of water. That’s me.” He slid the bucket into place. “Anything I can do for you?”

“You are fine, Merlin. In fact, I wish to thank you for your service last night and this morning. You do impress. I heard about the King’s keeping you where you are. I think you’ll get there one day. Just be patient,” Morgana declared. “Prince Arthur will leave you alone for tonight. I think Gaius will keep you busy enough. Gwen, you asked for some time. I will let you have your privacy.” She stepped back out of earshot.

“Thank you, Milady.” Gwen curtseyed. Conspicuousness streaked its Pink across her cheeks. “Well! I see you survived your summons from the King. I trust everything is all right?”

“Oh yeah.” Merlin kept a straight face. “Everything is good. King Uther wants me to be more careful and keep my head down. He thanked me for my service.”

Gwen nodded. “Just like the rest of us. Merlin, I do wish you’d be more careful. For what it’s worth, I am glad you are here. I am glad that everything is all right. Father liked our dinner. Maybe you can come by again soon? He invited you himself.” Her heart raced with that last statement.

Merlin’s heart skipped a beat. “I will see what Gaius and the Prince let me do. You know how it is. Thank your father. That was some dinner.”

“We put out our best for special guests.” Gwen noticed Morgana looking about. “I had best go. Let me know what you think.” She placed her hand on his arm. “I look forward to hearing about that. Have a good night.” With that, she hustled back toward Morgana.

Merlin slid the bucket under the pump’s spicket. He pumped on the handle. Water filled the bucket. Then he trudged back toward Citadel and waiting Gaius. Routine seemed to reset. Future seemed promising and bright.

Merlin set to enjoy them now. Hope’s breezes set his ship on course. Storms, however, awaited. How he reacted would be telling.

THE END (for now)