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Fractures
January-March 2024

Notes Part 1: Just so you know, I’m adding about six years onto Mithian’s age in this story. In some of my other stories, she’s about nine at the point of this particular instance. (It’s usually related to flashbacks and references to the events in future contexts.) Here, she’s fifteen. I’m presuming Merlin to be about the same age (maybe a little younger?) about the end of Season 1.

Notes Part 2: Just a heads up. If anyone’s interested in being on a Merthian discussion group and are on Facebook, head over to the “Princess & Warlock: A Merthian Place”. I could also put something on Instagram too.

Notes Part 3: Merlin and his cohorts belong to the BBC and Shine. Other characters’ copyrights will be brought up as needed.

Introduction

The triple goddess observes….

Sacrifice, service, and duty. These things drive the universe. Beings care for one another. In the post-Roman world, leaders lead and made decisions for their people. In exchange, their followers support the leaders and kingdoms. Agrarian, financial, and military support came to defend their land and domain. Sacrifice constituted in runover lands, time away from demesnes and manors, and bloodshed on battlefields. All parts of a kingdom working together. Allies supporting one another. Followers all supporting me.

Loyalty…ah! Aye! Knights supporting their masters. The masters supporting their followers. All willing to shed blood…. willing to die….

…and none more loyal than Emrys…the one known as Merlin of Ealdor….

Annals and songs sing of his feats on behalf of Camelot and later, Nemeth. Courage, Devotion, and Care kept him at Prince Arthur’s side. Emrys took on a great deal for his liege and friend. He buried his true face and even chose Arthur over my service for a time. A last sacrifice, however, changed everything. A battle akin to others…and yet much greater and more destructive than others. Assembled armies met on that field…on that day. Willful Abandon swung Death’s scythe about the field next to Astolat. Many of a generation fell on that field. Some nearly did…Emrys being one….

And the Pendragons had *no idea*. Despite Emrys’ attempts to serve them, Compassion doomed him in Uther’s eyes. And yet, stirred Hope in others.

This account will tell of that Rubicon and an alternate road for Emrys away from Camelot’s stifling influence. Appreciation would come for him in other ways there. And service? Well, unlike Uther Pendragon, there are other royals willing to acknowledge such feats within the laws.

And so, we begin….

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Chapter 1 [Nemeth]

Carnage soaked Grass, river, and lake on that day. Breeze flapped at torn banners. Standards lay snapped in two. Knights’ bodies lay strewn and stacked akin to cord wood before Death’s scythe. Fortuna’s tides went back and forth during said affair. Cawdor and Mercia dominated the field. Camelot, Nemeth, and Amazons held their ground. All had hung in the balance.

Then, Earthquake shook the ground. Storm howled from Clear Sky.

Rumor and Fear fueled Supposition. Few knew the true source….

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[Manor of Astolat, Isle of Shalott]

Mourning sagged across the Isle’s inhabitants on that day. Previous day’s battle had disrupted their lives. Blood still tainted their water. Gore and carnage still lay in clear view across the lake itself. Worse still, the Cawdorians and Mercians marched away with few concessions other than their dead, and a half-hearted ban.

Lady Reyna, their beloved mistress, healer, and heiress to generations-established lineage, dragged away by Aredian, and Camelot hardliners. Threats and worse couldn’t rip her patient’s identity from her. Duty muted her. Endurance maintained resolve in Spectacle’s midst. The goddess’ orders outweighed all others.

Suffering reaped its rancid crop indeed….

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[Subterranean Chamber]

Unbeknownst to its current count, a secret passage ran from the master bedchamber toward wooded secret location. Nary a trail much less a road ran by it. Irony played its games with searching knights in the area. Horses’ hooves galloped right overhead. Amazons hunted there with Rodor’s permission….

…in truth, Sisterhood served as guards against such incursions….

Their minds remained on their friend below….

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Merlin lay semi-conscious on a small bed. Fever and Delirium messed with his senses. Teeth gnashed. Grunts, groans, and sharp breaths punctuated Pain’s sharp jabs. Sweat soaked his forehead and hair. Ghastly wound nearly ran clear through his left shoulder. Sword thrust had cleaved nearly through. Interrupted spells relinked bone, muscles, and tendons.

Husband’s betrayal, however, arrested Reyna’s ministrations at that point. She and Gaius held off Bernard, Aredian, and Arthur. Alas, they dragged her away…

Gaius had stood his ground. Akin to Pit Bull or Cath Palgau, Challenge and Intimidation blazed through his eyes. Whether on his own or with the goddess’ help, his effort turned Pursuit away from the door. Even Aredian could not make him back down. Injustice burned at him. Lies further covered for Merlin’s absence….

…even as Britomart, Elena of the Amazons, and Malodius the Lion eased Merlin through Passage’s twists and turns toward safety….

Malodius lay by the door. His spell-cancelling presence could endanger Reyna’s handiwork. Consequently, he remained on guard lest Camelot and Aredian find them again…

…Pity Knights or Witchhunter in that case….

“Merlin! MERLIN!” Elena shook his right shoulder. Her hand felt his neck. “His blood flow is so weak!” Desperation chilled her. “Men! They have no sense of right and wrong!” Admiration warmed her heart for the prone patient. “Merlin was so brave! He did so much! Yet, they would kill him for it?”

“King Rodor and Lord Blumenwald would not. Otherwise, aye. Their fear controls them! If they cannot control something, they kill it. Hold him still.” Britomart blotted the bloody wound. Stitches had started to close the wound. “I wish Gaius were still here! Blast that Uther of Camelot! King Rodor would never act like that! Lady Reyna’s a fine woman and healer. Merlin saved us all! He endured this on Prince Kay’s behalf! Master Wyngate should be here! I am a simple apprentice!” Doubt ate at her.

“Pardon me. I meant no offense to your King.” Elena winced. “Have faith, Sister!” She blotted the wound. “Focus on your needlework! His life is in the balance!” Nerves ate at her as well. Experience told her that such wounds invited Cailleach’s presence. Raelwaelda, why did you not accompany us? The goddess knows we need your skill! “He is so strong! Many others would be dead! He hangs on!”

Britomart bit her lip. Last few stitches closed the wound. She knotted the thread. Knife severed remaining thread from the strand. “There! It’s done!” Her hand dunked her last cloth in Wine’s sanitizing liquid. She wiped the wound. “Master Wyngate says that wine cleans the wound.”

“Even Queen Radegund has faith in him, Sister.” Elena looked him over. “He is so pale.” Worry chilled her heart and soul.

“If only Lady Reyna were here.” Britomart shook her head. “I should be with Milady and the King. Master Wyngate should be here in my place and….” His spasms stiffened her. “Nay! Nay! NAY!” She grabbed at his wrist. Her fingers pushed Elena’s aside. “It is too much! I….!”

“Merlin! Hear us, Brave Brother! Do not give up! We owe you far too much! We will not fail you!” Elena shook him. “STAY WITH US!!”

Merlin’s eyes snapped open. His lungs heaved a deep breath. Spasms wracked his body. His fingers grabbed at thin air. Drool ran down the side of his mouth. His heart pounded. “Dark! So dark! Cold!” He slumped back onto the bed. Eyelids sagged closed. Last breath escaped. Lungs deflated. Head fell to the side.

Malodius leapt to his feet. He rushed toward the bed. His snout pushed up against Merlin’s hand. MERLIN! MERLIN!

Malodius! Is it you? What is this? I feel icy cold coming from Merlin…. Kilgarrah struggled against the manacle around his foot once more. Even within distant cave, Death’s spoor chilled him.

Kilgarrah? Where are you, Dragon? Why have you ignored us until now! We needed you! Merlin is dying! He took a grievous wound in his shoulder! Malodius lectured.

Uther has imprisoned me under Camelot’s citadel. I am chained in a cave below as a prize. The rest of my kind lay dead. Uther and his ilk slaughtered them all. What happened to Merlin? I felt an impact shake him!

Malodius nudged Merlin’s arm again. That coward, Meleagant of Cawdor, tried to stab Prince Kay in the back! Merlin stepped between them. I cannot believe it! Lady Reyna tried to use sorcery to heal him. Aredian and Uther’s malice stopped her.

UTHER?? Rage bellowed in Kilgarrah’s roar. Frustration echoed off of Cave’s walls. I cannot get there! I know Merlin is blind to the Pendragons’ faults! I…He is failing! His thoughts are in turmoil! I….

“Merlin! MERLIN!” Britomart put her hand to his neck. Realization slammed into her. Failure loomed over her efforts. “Why? His pulse! I cannot feel anything!” She lifted his limp hand. “King Rodor will blame us! What will I say to Master Gaius?”

Malodius whined. He laid down beside Merlin’s bedside. Death, it seemed, had claimed yet another companion on the immortal creature’s road. Dragon, I am sorry. Merlin is gone.

Curse Uther’s stupidity! Kilgarrah gnashed his teeth.

Failure apparent…or was it?

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Chapter 2

Muted emotions moved Nemeth on that day. Relief warmed everyone’s hearts at Enemy’s retreat. Lament-laden volunteers separated each kingdom’s dead from one another. Their hands preserved valued chain mail, rings, jewelry, and such from thieves’ pickings. Master Wyngate and other healers tended to all the wounded as best as possible.

Still, Unbelievable unsettled all concerned. Stories and Rumor whispered of Miraculous Victory over Cawdor and Mercia. Earthquake and Storm shook the landscape. Mysterious hooded man withstood the Hulking Meleagant’s sword before slinking away into the woods.

Uther’s bile, however, proved more vile than Trojan Horse’s subterfuge. Noble King and Ally would not demand repayment from beleaguered victim. Uther demanded answers for the hooded man’s intervention. Prejudice flared within his heart. He directed the Witchfinder to seek out answers.

Despite lacking the tell-tale wound, Reyna languished in the dungeon….

Despite no tell-tale wound, Stake awaited its victim….

Such was the way with the Victim needing Neighboring Opponent’s help….

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[Citadel’s Dungeon]

Brooding steps pushed Mithian down the passage. Mourning still hung its pall over her head. Queen Taene’s death still numbed her heart. Battle and Conquest’s threat stoked Fear’s flame in her heart. Rodor’s resolve bolstered her own strength. Gratitude toward goddess and allies came from her mind and soul…

…over evading being a pawn in either Meleagant’s or Odin’s respective beds….

Shudder shook her shoulders. Bile burned in her stomach. Her boots clacked against each stone stair. Guilt and outrage still frothed in her heart and mind. Betrayal ate at her.

A hand squeezed hers. “Why she here, Mi’ady?” Sobs echoed against the stones.

“Blatant prejudice and foolishness, Lady Elaine.” Mithian stopped their descent. She faced the disheveled girl. Her handkerchief wiped Elaine’s cheeks dry. “Let’s make sure Lady Reyna sees you at your best. All right?” Her hands smoothed and straightened Elaine’s straggly hair.

“Mi’ady, you Pretty Princess! You shouldn’t!” Protest drew Elaine back a step.

Mithian sucked in a deep breath. “I’m a Princess. I don’t know if the boys find me pretty.” Shrug dispensed with her reaction. “But I can make you pretty! You know that your mother helped people?”

“Uh huh. She always helped people! Why’s she down here then?” Elaine sulked.

“People who do not understand.” Mithian softened her expression. “I am helping because I am supposed to. Princes, Princesses, Kings, Queens, Counts…we are supposed to help our people. My mother, Queen Taene, always helped! She could not help enough! I do this for her. I do this for you. I do this for all of our people.” She rubbed Elaine’s arm. “Remember that. The people on your father’s estate are your responsibility too! The King, Prince Kay, and I know you can do that, Lady Elaine. Besides….” Defiance spread a smirk across her face. “We are friends.”

Awe and Gratitude slackened Elaine’s jaw. She threw her arms around Mithian. “Thank you, Lady!”

“You are most welcome.” Mithian returned the embrace. For several heartbeats, they lingered there. Her arms offered a safe harbor to the grieving girl. Rodor’s mood and Kay’s gloating prepared her for the worst. Consequently, she did all she could. “Come.”

“You should be careful, Sister.” A tall dark-haired teenaged man stepped into view at the bottom of the stairs. “That ‘help’ reeks of sorcery.” His eyes narrowed. “Lady Elaine forgets her place. So, it seems, do you.”

Elaine pulled herself from the embrace. Panic jackrabbited her heart. She curtseyed to the newcomer. Restraint held back her desired response. “M’Lord.”

Indignant Sniff escaped Mithian’s nostrils. Her eyes narrowed. “I am supporting one of our subjects in their time of need, Prince Kay. Perhaps you should try it some time?” His arrogance offended her. Oftentimes, Snide Cracks about feeding the hungry or hunting to serve the community grated on her ears. Battles, Embassies, Distant Lands, and Adventure occupied Daydreams’ passage. He paid little attention during Rodor’s royal court and the Royal Council. He trained with the knights. He and his retinue traveled to Camelot to visit Arthur and their counterparts. “Father needs us to look after them, Prince Kay! We cannot abandon them! Mother….”

“Father gave Mother more of a place than she deserved. He does the same for you.” Kay rolled his eyes. “At least she knows.” Cruel Smirk spread across Kay’s face. “The south passage needs a tapestry, Mithian. Serve that.”

“It can wait. Priorities require me to be right here!” Mithian’s eyes narrowed. She jumped to her feet. Crimson darkened her face. Rage shook her. Her fists clenched at her sides. “How dare you? THE QUEEN KNEW HER PLACE! HER PLACE WAS SUPPORTING FATHER AND SPEAKING ON THE PEOPLE’S BEHALF!” She shook her head. “You listen to those Camelot people too much.”

“And you live in your imaginary world. Do you think that in any other kingdom women are equal to men? Really? The strong rule the weak!” Kay’s hand stifled a cough. “I hear the Nazarenes speak as you do. I….” His eyes rose up the stairs.

“Please! Do not stop on my account. Do continue, Prince Kay. I wish to hear more of this ‘reality’.” Morgana raised an eyebrow. Sarcasm sauced her words and tone. Her eyes narrowed at him. Challenge sparked in her eyes. She’d spurned his advances. “I believe Princess Mithian and Lady Elaine have other matters to attend to? Oh…and if you wish to speak of your reality, I believe Queen Radegund would be very interested. Perhaps you might remember Prince Accolon’s reaction from the last time you spoke to me in this way?” Her throat cleared.

Indignation burned in Kay’s chest. He ground his teeth. “Let him challenge me, Lady. I’ll settle it then.” He shook his head. “King Uther is wise on a great many things. He indulges you too much as Father does Mithian.”

Elaine squeezed into the corner. She bit her lip. Akin to Frightened Kitten, she trembled. Fear chilled her. “I…I don’t like this.”

Morgana bent over. “It is all right, Lady Elaine. Princess Mithian and I are here as your friends. We know our place.” As with Cobra, her eyes stabbed into Kay’s. Her tone descended back into Threat’s low timbre. “Unlike you, Prince Kay, I value Camelot’s neighbors. If I tell Prince Accolon about your ‘lesson’ here, he’ll follow through on his challenge. Prince Arthur would teach you a lesson right here and now as well. King Rodor has lost your mother already. I have no wish for him to lose his only son as well.” She pointed to his back. “That would be quite the shame….”

“What?” Mithian looked from Kay to Morgana and back again. “Lady Morgana? What do you mean?”

A not so gentle snort escaped Morgana’s lips. “Oh? You have not mentioned your diplomatic missteps, have you?” Morgana arched her eyebrow. “You have done yourself few favors, Prince Kay. Aye. You have friends in Camelot and elsewhere. Still, you are not respected. Compassion goes a long way, Good Prince. Remember that.” She sucked in another composing breath. She motioned over her own shoulder. “And watch your back better on the battlefield. Meleagant claims he tried to kill you.”

“WHAT? KAY?’ Mithian stared at him.

“The coward tried to stab me in the back. Nothing more. Some churl took the blow.” Kay shrugged off the event. “I’d have had words with Meleagant if Father had let me.” He stalked up the stairs and out of sight.

“Why is he so mean? I…I’m sorry, Ladies. I speak out of turn.” Elaine shuddered. Her hands covered her face.

Morgana rubbed Elaine’s shoulder. “He is full of himself. Respect him as your Prince. Hope for the best.” Diplomacy restrained the rest of her response.

“Thank you, Lady Morgana. I appreciate it.” Mithian rubbed the back of her neck. “I cannot believe Kay…!”

“Some servant or peasant stepped between him and Meleagant, Princess Mithian. The poor soul’s dead by now.” Morgana shook her head. “And Prince Kay could care less. Pity. That attitude will kill him one day.” A smile gentled her expression. “Now, I believe Lady Reyna can have visitors? I wish to see her as well. Perhaps we can all brighten her spirits somewhat?”

“We can try. Thank you, Lady.” Elaine bowed her head.

“You are most welcome, Lady Elaine! Follow me!” Morgana allowed Mithian and Elaine to stand once again. Then, she led them down the stairs.

Confrontation brewed. Attitudes festered….

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Chapter 3 [Reyna’s Cell, Royal Dungeon]

At Passage’s far end, a nondescript oak door barred entry or exit to passersby. Rune-carved lock kept it from Sorcery’s opening. Two Camelot knights stood guard on either side. They scrutinized every visitor. They kept careful watch.

Uther and Aredian wouldn’t be denied their example or point….

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Sol’s rays streaked through the tiny window. A small stool and table sat in the corner. Lumpy straw mattress sat on a hay pile. A depressed woman sat against the wall. Far-Gone Expression glassed over her reddened eyes. Tears marred her gown and skirt. Torture’s bruises marred her once-fine hands and arms. Dirt and Oil glistened and matted down her cropped brown hair. Dried tears streaked her cheeks. Betrayal seared her heart. Purpose, however, steeled her for the inevitable conclusion.

Gaius wrapped her hands. Pity and Lament jerked at his heart. Purge had gorged itself on victims such as her. Remorse or Quarter? None expected or given. He’d helped a few such people out of Camelot. Still, for that reason and to satisfy Aredian, Uther enacted the extra precautions. In his mind’s eye, Merlin or even himself could sit in her place….

…in truth, Merlin’s actions exposed her. Helping him put her in that place….

Guilt stabbed down hard on his mind. Surely, King Rodor can figure something out! Where are those sorceresses? Surely, there is another beside Nimue. He shook his head. “How is that, Lady Reyna? I can tie it looser.”

Reyna cleared her throat. “Nay, Master Gaius. Thank you.” She jerked herself from Meditation’s grasp. “It will matter little by tomorrow in any event.” Her eyes took in his handiwork. “These hands will not heal any more in any event, I fear. Soon, I will perform my last service to her.” She noted his eyes. “It will be all right.”

“Lady, I am sorry. Thank you. I…” His tongue grew heavy. Loyalty and Common Sense reminded him that even those walls (and the guards) had ears. Word could get back to Uther. Priority lay with Merlin in any event. How is he? Can Britomart and Elena heal him?

Wistful smile creased her face. “My service protects something more important, Master Gaius. I am content. Pain will have its time.” A nod bobbed her head up and down. “Aye. It shall. But then, it will be over. I have helped as many as I could. I did what I could. It is for others to take their turn.” Her eyes cleared.

He looked around. “Aye. If they get by the Purge.”

Snort escaped her nostrils. “Uther’s diatribe will not last forever. It is but a test of faith.” Disapproval stabbed through her eyes into his. “You have certainly failed enough. She knows.” She rasped in a heavy breath. “But it is not for me to judge you. Please…please let him know that he is not at fault for my fate. He is a hero to Nemeth…as his father was.”

“His…father?” Gaius stiffened. Revelation jarred his mind. “Lady.” He leaned close to her ear. His hand and rag wiped her brow. “He has no father.”

Mirth elicited a giggle. “Of course, he does! The elder was here…right here…in this very citadel! I will say no more than that. Your concern, for all of your other faults, is well taken. Water please?”

“Of course.” Gaius poured water into a small wooden cup. “I could put hemlock or nightshade into it. You would go to sleep and never wake up again.”

“Tempting.” She shook that offer off. “Nay. My death means a great deal more in the greater scheme of things.” Deeper breath still punctuated that thought. She accepted the cup. “She has requested that I not numb myself to the ordeal. Uther Pendragon has sown this patch. His bitter harvest, I fear, will choke him. I play but a small part. So do you. So do we all.” Satisfaction sparkled in her eye. “My dear husband squanders my family’s inheritance. His prejudice and bias mirror Uther’s, I fear. I worry only for my dear Elaine. She will suffer. I can do nothing about that.”

“I can have Master Wyngate speak to the King. Perhaps Lady Elaine could be at court?” Gaius proposed.

“Bernard would never allow that. Our sorcery is too much of an embarrassment, you see. He and Lord Aethelwald wish to impress the hardliners.” She shook her head. “He took a blow on King Rodor’s behalf. He sired my little ray of sunshine. Beyond that, he is of little use.” She took a mouthful from the cup. “Thank you. Watch over your charge. He has a role to play in this.”

“He…does? He has his…!” Gaius started before her hand stifled his response.

Her eyebrow raised at him. Disapproval elicited a headshake. “Destiny is but a strange thing. It is like a river, Master Gaius. It flows along its designated path. All remains as is. I am like a tree shading it. We each have our purpose. My death, however, is akin to an axe cutting it down. That tree will partially dam that river now. A decision has been made. A divergence and a new way will guide that river now. A new valley will bloom from its water. It seems his last visit to the holy isle had an impact after all.” Her eyes shifted toward the door. “We have guests.”

Divergence? Merlin cannot leave now! Camelot needs him! Prince Arthur would not know what to do with himself! Gaius shook his head. He stood up. “I see. I will let them have their time then, Lady. Is there anything else?”

“Nay. Thank you for your service, Master Gaius. Remember, do not seek to interfere in our Lady’s workings. I die content so that he may press on. That is not for you or anyone else to impede. You may go.” She motioned toward the door.

Gaius bowed. “Then, may you know peace. Be blessed, Lady Reyna.” His ears picked up on the safeguards’ unlocking outside. He collected his bag and shuffled toward the door. Regret panged in his heart anew for Merlin’s and his role in this circumstance. He watched the door open. “Lady Morgana, Princess Mithian, Lady Elaine.” Respect prompted a bow.

“Master Gaius, how…how is Mama?” Elaine looked at Reyna’s tattered appearance. Doubts and questions filled her. Her eyes looked toward Mithian and Morgana in turn.

“I tended to her, Lady Elaine. She is as well as can be.” Gaius forced a smile for Elaine’s benefit. “She is a strong woman. Be proud of her. I will let you all speak.”

“Thank you, Gaius.” Morgana nodded. “Be sure to tell both kings of that.” Bile burned in her stomach anew. Doubt cropped up again. Once more, Memoria recalled Tom’s death and Gwen’s tears. Murderous hate flared in her once again. “Elaine, she is right there. Go on.”

Elaine rushed across the chamber. She threw her arms around Reyna’s midsection. “Mama! Oh! Praise be!” Her kisses showered Reyna’s hands and cheeks.

Reyna brightened. “My precious!” Her lips pressed Warmth’s imprint on Elaine’s forehead. “I knew you’d come.” She touched forehead to Elaine’s. “I wish I had more to offer you.”

“Mama! I’m just happy to be with you!” Elaine pulled her mother closer to herself. Comfort eased her pain. “King Rodor said I could stay with you for a while. Would that not be nice?”

“Aye. That was my request of him.” Reyna studied Morgana and Mithian with care. Emotions crackled about them. “We should be grateful for everything, my Sweet. Lady Morgana, thank you. I heard you convinced King Uther.”

“Of course, Milady.” Morgana bowed to the prisoner. She stifled her inner volatility. “Princess Mithian and I did what we could.”

“I have no doubt that you both worked toward that end.” Reyna forced herself to her feet. She curtseyed with effort. “Milady, thank you as well.”

“Father and I….” Lament shut off Mithian’s voice. Shame burned at her and on Rodor’s behalf. “Lady Morgana agreed to escort me. We are being watched.”

Morgana rolled her eyes. “Princess, I am sorry. I….”

“It is not you, Lady Morgana. Nor is it Princess Mithian. Nor her father. I know King Rodor’s heart is good. You, I worry about.” Reyna looked to Mithian. “Please take Elaine into the passage. I require a little time with each of you in turn. When I am done speaking to Lady Morgana, Milady, I’d need you to listen as well. What I have to say to each of you is important.” Purpose set her eyes. “Elaine, go with the Princess. I am not sending you away. Lady Morgana, Princess Mithian and I need to speak on certain things. I promise. When they are done, we will have our time. All right?”

“We will bring you right back in, Lady.” Mithian squeezed Elaine’s hand. “We will be right outside, Milady. Come along, Elaine. Maybe you can tell me what you’d like for dinner?”

“I’d go without eating to be with her, Milady.” Elaine looked back at Reyna. Despite Evasions, Emotions crackled about the room. Regret and Shame weighed on her from Mithian. Fear, however, chilled her with Morgana. Premonition pushed her. Under Pleasant Exterior, Darkness took root. Resentment, Anger, and Vengeance flared in combined tempest within Morgana.

Reyna motioned for Elaine to follow. Much as with her daughter, she discerned Morgana’s emotions. Potential futures revealed issues and pitfalls. She waited for the door to close. “The guards know I will not harm you.”

“Of course, you would not! A healer like yourself?” Morgana stared at her. Incredulity deadened her mind. A frown spread across her face. “You have done more to help people. I wish King Uther would understand!”

“He only sees my magic as evil.” Reyna looked into her eyes. Do not prove that to be the case, Child. She shook her head. “I have seen a great deal. I have seen you. Control your rage and anger. Others will seek to fan those flames and shape them to their ends. You have a greater destiny than Camelot. Anger toward the Pendragon will only fester and destroy. It would be your downfall. Look toward your father’s lands. Make peace not war. When the time is right, your future will lie there not with Camelot. But, as with all things, the choice is yours. She drank from her cup. “Your sleep is uneasy, Lady. I know. I imagine Master Gaius tries to deal with it?”

“Aye. He does not know. I wanted to talk to you. Perhaps you can help me? I know you have no reason to do so. I would understand.” Morgana squeezed Reyna’s hand. “I would understand these dreams and nightmares.”

“I am sure you would. Do not fight it.” Reyna’s eyebrow arched at her. Her eyes rested on the door and potential eavesdroppers outside. It is but the first signs of your magic. You are a sorceress.

Morgana narrowed her eyes. Protests bubbled up in her mind. Denials formed. Worries and fears shoved her up against the wall. Is that why I hear you?

Aye. Gaius suspects. That is why he gives you the sleeping powders. He protects you from the King’s rage. Take it as such. Bide your time. Take care with your magic. I could not teach Elaine. She will suffer from my oversight, I fear. Aredian could hunt you as well. Not a word in Camelot. My end is a lesson. Duty demands a price from each of us. Have faith in the triple goddess, Lady Morgana. Be patient. Reyna took another draught.

“Can I refill your cup, Lady?” Morgana held the pitcher up.

“Aye. Thank you.” Reyna allowed Morgana to refill the cup. “Heed my words, Lady Morgana. Others’ ways intertwine with yours. Harmony is a necessary thing. I accept my fate. Know that everything will happen in its proper season. Now, can you stay with Elaine please? I need to speak with Milady.”

Morgana nodded. Revelations and emerging talents floored her to be honest. She knew something had happened. I am really a sorceress? Uther would never accept me! Gwen would be horrified. She raised Reyna’s bandaged hand. “I appreciate your insight. I’ll try.”

“That is all any of us can do, Lady Morgana. Be blessed.” Reyna’s broken fingers managed a touch across Morgana’s fingers. “Go on. Be strong.” She watched Morgana depart the area. Lady, be with Morgana Pendragon. Darkness clouds her way. As she goes, so does Merlin. So do Princess Mithian and Nemeth. Prayer bowed her head. Uther’s hate festers and infests with its poison. Help them!

“Lady Reyna?”

Reyna raised her eyes. “My Lady, thank you for coming back in.” She bowed. “Thank you for being so kind to Elaine. I fear for her.”

“The King and I will do what we can, Lady Reyna. I fear Count Bernard will be difficult.” Mithian sucked in a burning breath. “King Uther is having us watched. He fears we will help you escape.”

“He remembers Sir Balinor’s escape from his hate.” Reyna shook her head. “That man! He will not accept what his wishes have done.” Rueful sniff pushed from her nostrils. “That is why he allows Elaine to stay with me. She is a hostage to keep me here. As if I’d abandon her?”

“Nay. Thank you for your service to Nemeth, Lady Reyna. If Queen Taene was here, she’d…” Mithian started.

“It is better she is not. I know of her pain. Hers was a good heart. Your father is a good man. I bear none of you ill. Watch your brother with care. Prince Kay has evaded the Cailleach by the thinnest of hairs. His luck will run out. Nemeth’s fortunes lie with you, Princess. Have patience and forbearance. You are the Lady of the People already. They know this. Your words to the Prince echoed to our ears. King Rodor will need you.”

“Already I am laughed at by potential suitors. I….” Mithian started. “I cannot inherit by myself.”

Reyna shook her head. “You will not have to. There is someone who will rule with you. He has appeared. It is for you to recognize him.” A smile cracked her features anew.

“There is?” Amazement and Disbelief questioned Reyna’s prophecy. Hope warmed her. “I will be there for the King of course! It is not Prince Arthur? Is it? He is a good man but….” Grimace contorted her face.

“Nay. I cannot say. Patience. Look after our people, Princess. Keep your servant, Britomart, close by. She will be your trusted eyes and ears. Look in on Elaine when you can.” Reyna’s hand stifled a cough. “Be strong. Be an open ear to Lady Morgana. She will need friends in the coming time. She would be a good friend for you as well, Milady.”

“I will. Be blessed, Lady Reyna. Thank you.” Mithian raised Reyna’s hand. Gratitude prompted a kiss across the bandaged knuckles.

“It is my duty and pleasure. Be blessed as well. Look for the one.” Reyna bowed again. “Now, send my love back to me. I am sure the King needs you at his side.”

“Aye.” Mithian assessed Reyna yet again. Despite Imminent Doom, Serenity cloaked the condemned woman. Purpose steeled her strength and will. If only I could have Lady Reyna’s strength! She walked up to the door and knocked on it. If this miscarriage of justice doesn’t sicken me to death first!

“Is…Is Mama all right, Milady?” Elaine stuck her head in the door. “Pardon me. I…”

“Why should you apologize for wanting to see your mother, Lady Elaine? That is a marvelous thing! King Rodor agrees! Go on to her now. Everything will be all right.” Mithian pointed toward Reyna. “Your love is an inspiration.”

“Thank you!” Elaine rushed back to her mother’s side.

Mithian nodded. She watched Reyna and Elaine for a few heartbeats. Then, she walked out into the passage. “Thank you, Good Knights. Lady Morgana, I believe dinner is about to be served?”

“Aye.” Morgana still mulled over Reyna’s prophecy. “I need to think. Thank you, Princess.”

“Thank you as well, Lady Morgana. I appreciate you as well. Come. I would check on King Rodor.” Mithian led Morgana out of the passage and back up the stairs.

Events meantime progressed on….

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Chapter 4 [Royal Guest Chambers]

Three floors overhead, Activity buzzed about the royal chambers. Lament and Relief echoed across residents’ and guests’ areas. Nemeth’s (and ultimately everyone else’s) sovereignty had withstood Invasion’s challenge. Funerary Pyres scattered ash about the countryside. Condolences exchanged with one another. Thanks exchanged between Rank and File’s members…

...but that is as far as it would go….

Victory, it seemed, bore a double-edged sword. While preserved, Nemeth’s pro-magic and hardliner factions both wanted answers. Spell of such magnitude emanated shockwaves across Politics’ landscape as with the battlefield. Bernard’s betrayal of Reyna incited popular protest outside in the Upper Town. Aredian’s trial and Uther’s trampling of Rodor’s prerogative heat that pot to a boil….

…forget Civil War…Britannia-Wide War…possibly sweeping across Old Roman World….

Shylock, eat your heart out….

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[Arthur’s Chamber]

Arthur paced about his chamber. Frustration burned at him. Death claimed three out of every ten Camelot knights. Wounds tore at another thirty percent of them. Magic’s intervention drove his father and the court to sheer madness. Reyna’s impending execution made sordid mess. His hands rifled through Wardrobe’s selections. Chamber pot’s stench clogged his nostrils. Dust rather than wine filled his goblet. Chain mail needed repair. Sword required sharpening. Diplomatic meetings

Merlin, however, remained nowhere to be found….

Merlin….

Arthur smacked the desk. Impatience smoldered within him. Where is he? I TOLD HIM TO STAY OFF THE FIELD! He shook his head. “I will never get ready like this! I need him right now! Idiot… He just cannot do what he is told!”

“Idiot, is he?” Sarcasm sauced a feminine voice. “And such sentiments from a Crown Prince no less!”

Arthur ground his teeth. A deep breath and then another composed him. His throat cleared. He turned toward a red-haired woman a head taller than himself. Sol glittered off of armored chest plate, elbow, and knee guards. Knicks and a few small tears sported her buckskin garb. Eyebrow arched. “Queen Radegund?” He nodded in deference to her rank.

“Perhaps you might close your door if you’d prefer to rant, Prince Arthur? THE WHOLE PASSAGE CAN HEAR YOU!!!” Indignant sniff spurted from her nose. Scorn smoldered in her eyes. “I’d let you carry on like a spoiled child. Merlin, however, deserves far better!” She stalked into chamber on her own accord. “You have no idea. Do you?”

“Do I…what?” Arthur narrowed his eyes. “I need to prepare for our meeting later! My servant decides to go somewhere! I told him not to!”

“And you always do what you are told?” She shook her head. “Aye. I would want reasons as well. I too would want to know why one of my sisters defied an order. There are valid reasons. Merlin has one.” She curled her lip at him. Irony played a game with them. He really has no idea! “He saved your rear baggage train.” Necessity demanded the lie….

…well more like downplaying Truth’s feat….

“Merlin? Saved the rear baggage…? HAH!!” Harsh cough escaped from Arthur’s mouth. “Pardon me. You do not know him, Milady.”

Her fingers tapped Impatience’s dance across the table to her left. “I realize you are distraught, Prince. Do not presume to make light of my observations. No man laughs at an Amazon much less a Queen! I know what I saw! It is not the first time I have seen Merlin fight on Camelot’s behalf either!” She shook her head. “And yet you speak of him like this?”

Indignity frothed in his heart. Diplomacy clamped his mouth shut. “Lady, you do not see his clumsiness. Perhaps you’d get an answer for the taverns? Or going off to pick flowers and herbs instead of seeing to my needs around the household!” He pointed at the mess. “Look at this!”

“I am very well aware. Lower. Your. Voice. Now!” Disrespect frayed Patience to the breaking point. Anger’s smolder sparked. Threat hissed even as Diplomacy attempted restraint. “I am trying to remember the need for diplomacy! Just know that I have sent several warriors to look for the missing. King Rodor has knights and his healer, Britomart, looking as well! Merlin is among those missing warriors! Aye. I said warrior. My best healer, Elena, accompanies them. Perhaps, upon her return, you might ask her of Merlin’s true qualities? She regaled me with his feats. I saw for myself last season against raiders in my domains. I saw out there again!” Deep sigh punctuated her clarification. “Aye. He saved your rear baggage. Unlike the rest of you men, Merlin fought alongside my sisters and me! Willingly! He shed blood beside us! WILLINGLY! I lent him a shield.” She reached back into the passage.

Nicked Up Sword, Cracked Shield, and Bloodied Neckerchief raised up in her hands.

Arthur stared. Recognition grabbed onto his mind. Protests and arguments ceased. Rants stopped. Mess disregarded. His face paled. Disbelief and Denial flooded his brain. His jaw slackened. “I told him. Why? Why does he…? He had no armor! I….” Blood grabbed his eye. His hand drifted toward it.

Blood…Merlin’s Blood….

“This, Prince, is honor!” She held the neckerchief up in front of him. “So! I see that got your attention!” She set it firmly in his hand. “Nay! Merlin had only those! And you carry on about this? Take those to your King!” She held her hands out to encompass the chamber. “THIS?”

Arthur stared some more. He looked up at Radegund.

“I believe that now you understand!” She folded her arms across her chest. “Keep the shield and sword. If you do not, make sure King Rodor or Princess Mithian have them. They would have a place in their Hall of Heroes. I have my business elsewhere.”

“Father will not let me search. I….” Arthur stammered to get a few more words out.

“And well I should not!” Uther stalked into the chamber. “What is the meaning of this?” He took in the shield, sword, and bloodied neckerchief. “What are these things?”

“Those are Merlin’s. I was returning them to the Prince. He was bellowing on about his servant’s whereabouts.” A shrug raised and lowered her shoulders. “I believe those are answer enough. I believe he is worthy of a search!”

Uther rolled his eyes. “He is but a servant, Amazon! Merlin is replaceable! His death is lamentable. However, there are more important….”

She snorted. “Such as burning an innocent woman? Oh, pardon me! SHE USED MAGIC! SO HAVE YOU, BIGOT!”

“Father?” Arthur stiffened.

“She lies.” Uther set his jaw. “What do we expect of a witch and woman, Arthur? She would take the side of a sorcerer!” He pointed toward the door. “LEAVE!”

“You do not order me!” She got right up in his face. “I at least rule for all of my people! Reconsider! Allow King Rodor to pardon her! She serves the greater good! I would not allow dark magic in my realm! Nor does he!”

“While I am here, I will make sure such sentiments are considered the folly that they are!” Uther motioned toward the sword and shield. “Likely stories all! Leave, Amazon. I will kill you.”

“You cannot.” Smug almost daring smirk challenged Uther. “I have seen enough blood. I stay to support Lady Reyna in her trial. I cannot save her. I will make sure she is honored and remembered.” Radegund shook her head. “I will take these. I would not sully them with your presence, Pendragon!” She glared at Arthur again. Then, she hefted the shield and sword. “Keep the cloth as a reminder of true worthiness!”

“Father? What if she is…?” Arthur paced about the chamber. Questions and doubts pestered him. He struggled with different realities.

“She would distract us from dealing with that witch! Likely story!” Uther shook his head. He grabbed the neckerchief. “Amazon! Take your bloodied rag with you!” He hit her in the back with it.

“MY QUEEN!” A dark-haired buckskinned warrior stiffened. Her hand reached for her sword.

“HOLD, MYGWYF!” Radegund picked the neckerchief up. She held it to her nose. “These men do not understand. We must show restraint, Sister. Take the shield and sword with us. We go about our own business!” She led them both out and down the passage.

“Father?” Arthur motioned toward the passage. “What if…?”

“Arthur, that boy is but a servant! It is a terrible shame that he got involved! Still, he defied orders to do so! You are not responsible for his recklessness! Forget about it! Rodor and she have search parties out. I would not waste our knights for a servant!” Uther turned his nose up. “We’ll find someone to clean this up. Get dressed!” He stalked out and down the passage.

What if Merlin’s hurt? What if he’s dying? STUPID! IDIOT! I TOLD HIM NOT TO FIGHT! OF COURSE *HE DID*! Just wait! Arthur grabbed a tunic and pants. Hellfire and Brimstone Lecture awaited.

Diplomacy restrained tensions…barely….

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Chapter 5 [Rodor’s Throne Chamber—A Quarter Turn of the Hourglass Later]

Rodor leaned forward on his throne. Allied triumph ensured Nemeth’s continued survival. He, Kay, and Mithian remained on their respective thrones. Potential conquerors marched north with their tails between their legs. Outreach endeavored to assist in rebuilding efforts. Celebration should be in the air…

…pity Uther lusted for his pound of flesh…

Rodor bowed his head. Despite Victory, Uther’s Betrayal and pushing on Royal Prerogative cut into his standing. Prejudice pushed for Reyna’s execution. Hardliners pushed against tolerance and reform. Pro-Tolerance voices shoved right back. Factions split Royal Council and Populace. Civil war and Revolt simmered everywhere. I hope you are proud of yourself, Uther! He rubbed his forehead. Conscience nagged him. “We should keep our knights close, Lord Blumenwald.”

A nod bobbed the dark-haired High Chancellor’s head. “I have spoken to Sir Rothhelm, Sire. He and Sir Galahad see to it. If I may, we should also make sure that the convoys are guarded as well.”

“Aye. That is a concern. Thank you.” Rodor rubbed his chin. “Instruct Michael to make his best possible feast for Lady Reyna. She deserves as much.”

“I believe she does not eat meat. I will speak with her. She spends time with Lady Elaine. That was her wish.” Blumenwald stopped himself at that point. At least Uther granted it. What a travesty! This is Nemeth not Camelot! Consideration took in Rodor’s depression. Pity moved his heart for his sovereign and long-time friend.

“Is there any word from Britomart or the Amazons?” Rodor took a heavy draught from his goblet. His eyes met Blumenwald’s again.

“None yet. Queen Radegund will be meeting with us. Perhaps she has heard something? I know she searches still. Malodius went with her,” Blumenwald reported.

“He knows as we do, Lord Blumenwald.” Rodor shook his head. “The hooded man singlehandedly saved Britannia. Uther and his persecuting dog would throw him to the flames along with Lady Reyna.”

“There are rules. There are reasons why you are where you are.” Aredian slithered into the chamber. He offered but a half-hearted bow. Disdain narrowed his eyes.

“HOW DARE YOU? HE IS THE KING! YOU WILL RESPECT HIM!” Blumenwald set his parchment ledger down. He stalked over to Aredian. “You are but a wolf preying on innocents. May you choke on that one day!”

“Well now! The hanger on has a spine after all? You favor them, Lord Blumenwald?” Amusement raised Aredian’s eyebrow. “Why? Perhaps you are one yourself? Perhaps we should…?” Aspersions attempted their taint yet again.

Indignity’s storm frothed in Blumenwald’s eyes. “I am no sorcerer. That is how you taint and slander those who oppose you and those like you! It is not the sorcery itself! It is how it is used!” Blumenwald curled his lip. “A sword can be misused! Even interrogations can be misdirected! Agendas should never drive such things! Your bag of tricks! I am sure if we really look, we’d find evidence of ABUSE!”

“Well spoken, my Friend.” Rodor got up from his throne. “I may have to endure your presence, Aredian, because of King Uther. You stir up unrest and civil war! Because of Camelot’s obsession!” He shook his head. “You might wish to be packed by sunrise. Once your distasteful affair has run its course, you are banished from Nemeth! You will have until Midday to leave Whitgate. Be warned, Butcher, if you return, it will be on pain of death!”

Aredian scoffed. “We shall see.” Unexpected shove pushed him to the ground.

“Show respect, you Dog!” Radegund set her boot firmly in Aredian’s back. She pressed down hard. “King Rodor rules this land still! Be fortunate that too many of my sisters sacrificed themselves for our friendship! I just lectured your master and his son on such matters! Lord Blumenwald, I agree as well with you.” She offered a nod. “That is why I shelter sorcerers in my realms. Do not seek them out. You wish examples? Uther wants his sport, does he? I warn you, Aredian. If you trespass into Amazonia, you will be the sport. Lady Reyna of Astolat is my friend. I offered sanctuary and asylum to her. She declined. She does not want more war and bloodshed. She offers her life for DUTY! FOR BRITANNIA!”

“Tintagel supports you, Aredian. King Ruthbert, however, would never allow you to speak to a sitting King in this fashion!” A blonde-haired teenager edged into the throne room. “King Rodor, pardon me.” He bowed.

“Thank you, Prince Accolon. A nod would suffice but your respect is appreciated.” Rodor motioned with his hand. “Queen Radegund, if you please? I believe the point has been made? Remember, Lady Reyna’s request.”

Radegund backed away. “For Lady Reyna, Prince Accolon, and you, Good King.” She nodded to him. Her hand clapped against her chest.

“Get out of my sight, Aredian!” Rodor pointed to the passage. “GO!!”

“This is not over.” Aredian narrowed his eyes. He smoothed his clothes. “I have those here who will protect me.”

“They’d be committing treason against our King and Nemeth, Aredian. Your blood lust incites further conflict. King Rodor has pronounced sentence. GO!” Blumenwald pointed to the door.

“Prince Accolon, see him out. Then, close the door. I would speak to you of Tintagel without this snake in our midst.” Rodor motioned toward the passage.

“As you wish, Sire.” Accolon seized Aredian by the arm. “King Ruthbert and King Uther offer you sanctuary, Aredian. I suggest you take it for everyone’s sake.” Mask of State restrained his own feelings toward the impudent Witchfinder. He led the other man into the passage. Then, he shut the doors. “What my father sees in that man, I will never understand. Shall I secure it?”

“While we discuss our business, aye.” Rodor nodded. “Princess Mithian will be here shortly. She and Lady Morgana accompanied Lady Elaine to her mother’s side. Before I ask anything else, how are your father’s knights?”

“They are as well as can be expected. Thank you.” Accolon bowed. “I have been out with Sirs Galahad and Ywain to honor your fallen knights and Queen Radegund’s sisters.” He bowed to her as well. “Pardon me. I know your sisters do not like men…”

She shook that sentiment off. “I have no problem with men who show respect, Prince. You, however, do so. As I pointed out to Prince Arthur of Camelot, men who stand with us and shed blood with us are our friends. You did so. So did Camelot’s servant, Merlin.” She sucked in a deep breath.

Accolon stifled a cough with his fist. “So, that was Merlin out there? I thought as much! Pity he was nowhere near the rear wagons. I am sorry that my skills are not strong enough to help him.” He shook his head. “Nor were my efforts to sway my father where Nemeth’s concerned. I hope for the best where Princess Mithian is concerned. I appreciate King Rodor’s continued regard and friendship despite our failed negotiations.”

“You have done nothing to deserve anything else.” Rodor exhaled a deep breath. A look at Blumenwald met another from his High Chancellor. Defensiveness stiffened him. “Are you certain you did not, Prince Accolon?”

“Nay. I saw him earn your favor on two occasions. I could not reach Prince Kay’s side in time. I saw him take the certain fatal blow from Meleagant’s sword. That earthquake spell could not be missed by any of us.” Accolon sucked in a deep breath. “I need a promise from all of you. My father cannot know what I need to show you. He would exile me for sure.”

“As long as it does not betray the Amazon Sisterhood, of course, Prince.” She nodded to him. “Even so, you would be safe in my lands.”

“As you would be here, Prince Accolon. Still, exile? For what? King Ruthbert, despite his stance on magic, is a man of sound mind!” Rodor nodded. “I am sure it will be all right.”

Rodor set his jaw. He held his hand out. “Flora!” Canary flashed through his eyes.

Rose petals cascaded from his hand to the hard floor.

“You have magic.” A smile spread across her face. “That is why you understand. Of course, you have our secrecy and protection.” She put her hand out. “Pardon me but your sire is a fool. He listens to Uther too much.”

“He and I quarrel about that. I still wish to respect him, Milady.” Accolon clasped hands and arms with her. “You honor me.”

“You honor us with your sword. So did Merlin. Pity Uther does not care. He views Merlin as expendable. If Uther knew about the young man’s magic, he’d burn next to Reyna on the morrow.” She ground her teeth. “Foolishness!”

“I agree.” Rodor embraced Accolon. “Lord Blumenwald and I have your secret as well, Prince Accolon. Your fears are understandable. Your caution shows maturity beyond your years. Once again, I wish your father had negotiated better with me. Thank you for your regard where Princess Mithian is concerned. I know she still considers you a friend. If you need shelter, you have but to come here. I will grant sanctuary to you. Merlin…you saw…?”

“Meleagant sought to kill Prince Kay. Merlin stepped between them. The sword struck his unarmored arm.” Accolon shook his head. “He saved us all. King Uther would wish him dead rather than rewarded? Pardon me, but that is insanity itself.”

Rodor nodded. “I see. So…he was the hooded man.” Realization dawned on him. “And where is he now? Count Bernard, Aredian, and Camelot’s knights scoured the Isle of Shalott. They found only the man’s blood on the sheets. Lady Reyna will not give up his name. Those are two feats. He is one short of being raised up.” He sucked in another deep breath.

“We could bring him into the royal household, Sire. If I may, I have heard Britomart speak highly of his service,” Blumenwald put forward. “He could at least have time to recover here.”

“If it was not for her magic, Merlin would be dead. I brought proof of his bravery.” She brought the sword and shield. “Perhaps your hall downstairs could use some new items? I lent Merlin the shield. He is not the most skilled warrior. He was more than good enough in that battle.” She held up the bloodied neckerchief. “This is his as well. His shoulder’s blood soaks it from that defensive wound. My healer, Elena, and Britomart are with him. My sisters guard the location as does your lion.”

“That is where Malodius is?” Rodor took the neckerchief from her. “That would make sense. Thank you for informing me.” He held up the bloodied fabric to the light. “And yet…Uther does not make him a knight? Curious. One of us should take him off of Camelot’s hands, Good Queen.”

“Aye. King Uther and Prince Arthur would not shelter him if they knew his secret. With respect, Sire, it would be quite the contrary.” Blumenwald shook his head.

“I have not told you his greatest secret. Chancellor, you know crests and seals?” She reached into a small pouch. “If I am correct, this would elevate the young man on its own.” She brought out a thin piece of leather. A metal piece hung at its bottom. “Consider this.” She gave it to Blumenwald.

“Thank you, Milady.” Blumenwald accepted it. He noted Emerald Dragon Rampant across the metal’s face. His jaw slackened. “Are you sure? You found this on him? On Merlin?”

“Aye. Is that what I believe it to be?” She rubbed her chin. “Uther would burn the boy for sure if he knew.”

“Look, Sire!” Blumenwald rushed the medal over to Rodor. “It is unbelievable! It is Sir Balinor’s!” Restraint somehow kept from sticking it right in his sovereign’s face.

Rodor took the medal. A heartbeat’s consideration affirmed that fact for himself. “So! Prince Arthur’s servant is Sir Balinor’s son. Well now! I believe we do have a place for him. Pity he has no dragon.”

“The Great Dragon lives, King Rodor. Kilgarrah was imprisoned by King Uther beneath Camelot’s citadel.” Accolon shook his head. “If I could, I would see him free. Alas! My skills are not good enough. My father would not support that either.”

“Nay. He would not.” Rodor squeezed the medal in his hand. “I owe his father and Kilgarrah my life. Prince Kay now owes Merlin his life. We owe him the victory. And then this.” He looked at the others. “We keep this secret. I will ask for Merlin’s service.” He saw the others nod..

And thus, Accords were set. Pity it might not have mattered….

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Chapter 6 [Somewhere Else….]

Dark Overcast blotted out Sol and sky above. Strong winds whistled through Trees’ canopies. Branches swayed. Leaves broke away and blew across forested stretches. Storm’s fury blew Downpour’s torrent sideways. Chill’s ice froze across the forest’s floor and hillside.

And that’s not to say what was going on said hill’s cave….

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A hooded figure crawled into a miniscule opening. (Pardon, Reader, said expanse qualified more as ‘large recess’ than small cave.) Rain dripped against the opening. It will have to do.

We take what is provided, Child. Now, bring the boy in. Warm him with a fire.

The figure shook its hooded head. It dragged a soaked Merlin under cover. The things I do! Boy is more trouble than he is worth! She set him down in the most secure spot. Vibes strummed sensitivity. Now who?

Will crawled in as fast as he could manage. “Wet it is!” He rubbed his hands together. Breath blew on them trying to warm them. “MERLIN?” He rushed to his friend’s side. “What did you do now? You just HAD TO help Pendragon again? Did you not?” He threw his hands up in the air.

Sarcastic snort spurted from under her hood. “You obviously do not know him! That is what Merlin does! Get the wood piled. Then I can start the fire.”

Will shook his head. “With what? I see no torch!” Despite Resentment’s and Reservations’ protestations in his mind, he found dry tinder and small wood pieces in the corner. “These are dry?”

“The goddess wishes for them to be here.” Her eyes narrowed under the hood. “Is everyone in that hopeless hamlet as brain addled as you, Boy? He needs warmth! DO IT NOW!” She pointed at the woodpile.

“I KNOW THAT!” Will narrowed his eyes. “I was Merlin’s best friend growing up! I DIED FOR HIM!” He grabbed at pieces of wood. “Here is a good place.” He piled tinder and small branches in an secure area.

“Better.” Canary flashed under the hood. "Teine!"

Smoke and then flames spurted from wooden pile. Heat pressed against Chill’s conditions. Steam billowed and dissipated above Merlin’s prone form. Will’s clothes dried in similar fashion.

“Thank you for that at least.” Will set two more sticks onto the fire. “You have magic?”

“Obviously.” Her fingers pressed down on his left shoulder and collar bone. “Slàn leat!”

Glow swept across Merlin. Scar faded and disappeared from his left shoulder. Groans whispered past his lips. Fingers dug into dirt underneath them. Spasms tensed and quaked him for several heartbeats. Breaths rasped and spurted in short bursts. Then, he slumped back onto the ground again. His eyes slitted open. “Wh…What?”

Her fingers touched his forehead. “Your fever is down. Another spell brought Reyna’s work to a better point, Merlin. You cannot help but get into trouble? Can you?” Snide snigger lilted from under the hood.

His eyes blinked back into focus. “That voice! I…I know it!” He efforted his head to the right. “Can’t be! Will?”

“Yeah. You just cannot stay out of trouble. You serve Pendragon and the nobles. You have to hide your magic? You heard him after the battle. Right?” A frown twisted Will’s face. “Well. Just stay down and heal. Bloody rot! If I knew where your Mum was, I’d bring her! She’d make you heal and stay put!”

“I can heal him.” She looked over his wound. “I have to admit that he does know you, Merlin.”

“Will and I…grew up together.” Merlin tried to get up. Pain stabbed through his chest. He slumped back.

“Will you just stay down?” Will narrowed his eyes. “You are just about dead!”

“You…are. She is. I…must be.” Merlin glared at the rock overhead. Regrets and Denial pressed in on him. “So…much I have to do. Camelot. Arthur…I…” He squinted at her. “Bet you are enjoying this.”

“Me? You got in my way!” Wry cough puffed from her lips. Nimue tugged her hood off. Infuriating smirk baited him. “Nay. You tried to kill me. You almost did it. The lightning was impressive.” Her eyes rolled. “I underestimated you.”

“I’d…do it again. You tried…to kill Gaius.” Merlin narrowed his eyes. Argument formulated within his head. “You…tried to kill…Arthur. You…tried to poison me.”

She shook her head. “You are so infuriating!” Exasperation pushed another impatient sigh from her. “Oh very well! Once again…you took the rabbit’s foot. The curse went to your mother. You offered yourself in her place. Gaius offered himself in your place.” A sniff escaped her nose. “You are as bad as Uther. You cannot accept the consequences of anything!”

Will rolled his eyes. “Lady, are you a priestess?” He jumped to his feet. “Pardon! I!”

“Will, stop. She…”

“Well! Well! There is hope for you yet, William.” Sauciness sparked in her eyes. “He shows respect. What happened to you, Merlin?”

“What happened to me? Maybe I do not like the fact you tried to destroy the kingdom! Or hurt my friends?” Merlin rebutted. Anger reddened his face.

“Maybe, Merlin, you use your magic for the wrong things! You use your magic for someone who would destroy you! ARTHUR PENDRAGON DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOU!” Will threw his hands up in the air. “WILL YOU GET THAT THROUGH THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS? I HEARD HIM AFTER MY FUNERAL! HE HATES YOUR MAGIC!”

“Nope. He just does not understand it. I will get him to do it.” Merlin shook his head. “I stopped the Cawdorians and Mercians from winning. I saved Prince Kay from that big thug. Everyone…”

Will bowed his head. “Merlin.” He smacked his hand against the wall. “OW! BLOODY HELL!” He shook his hand.

“Feel better now?” Sarcasm raised Merlin’s eyebrow.

“NAY!” Will slapped Merlin’s right arm. “That lady who tried to heal you! THEY THINK SHE’S YOU! They. Are. Going. To. Burn. Her. At. The. STAKE!”

“OW!” Merlin winced. “Burn…what?” He turned to her. “What?”

“Oh? You do not know?” Snigger spurted from her. “After your display, those fools were affected all right! But not to praise or to be grateful!” She sucked in a composing breath. “They wanted you! Lady Reyna hid you! Her husband worked with Uther, his rabid dog—Witch Hunter—and that brat Prince Kay! She rots in a prison cell. The stake is ready for her, Merlin! YOU EXPOSED HER! SHE’S DYING FOR YOU! AS WITH THAT MAID’S FATHER! AS ALMOST HAPPENED TO ME! AS HAPPENED TO YOUR FRIEND HERE! UTHER FORCED RODOR TO ALLOW IT!” She narrowed her eyes at Merlin. “Watch.” Her hand waved in the air.

Mists formed into a portal. Images flashed across it….

“The coward tried to stab me in the back. Nothing more. Some churl took the blow.” Kay shrugged off the event. “I’d have had words with Meleagant if Father had let me….”

“And this….”

Arthur smacked the desk. Impatience smoldered within him. Where is he? I TOLD HIM TO STAY OFF THE FIELD! He shook his head. “I will never get ready like this! I need him right now! Idiot… He just cannot do what he is told!”

“And this…”

“Do I…what?” Arthur narrowed his eyes. “I need to prepare for our meeting later! My servant decides to go somewhere! I told him not to!”

“And you always do what you are told?” Radegund shook her head. “Aye. I would want reasons as well. I too would want to know why one of my sisters defied an order. There are valid reasons. Merlin has one.” She curled her lip at him. Irony played a game with them. He really has no idea! “He saved your rear baggage train.” Necessity demanded the lie….

…well more like downplaying Truth’s feat….

“Merlin? Saved the rear baggage…? HAH!!” Harsh cough escaped from Arthur’s mouth. “Pardon me. You do not know him, Milady.”

Her fingers tapped Impatience’s dance across the table to her left. “I realize you are distraught, Prince. Do not presume to make light of my observations. No man laughs at an Amazon much less a Queen! I know what I saw! It is not the first time I have seen Merlin fight on Camelot’s behalf either!” She shook her head. “And yet you speak of him like this?”

Indignity frothed in his heart. Diplomacy clamped his mouth shut. “Lady, you do not see his clumsiness. Perhaps you’d get an answer for the taverns? Or going off to pick flowers and herbs instead of seeing to my needs around the household!” He pointed at the mess. “Look at this!”

“I am very well aware. Lower. Your. Voice. Now!” Disrespect frayed Patience to the breaking point. Anger’s smolder sparked. Threat hissed even as Diplomacy attempted restraint. “I am trying to remember the need for diplomacy! Just know that I have sent several warriors to look for the missing. King Rodor has knights and his healer, Britomart, looking as well! Merlin is among those missing warriors! Aye. I said warrior. My best healer, Elena, accompanies them. Perhaps, upon her return, you might ask her of Merlin’s true qualities? She regaled me with his feats. I saw for myself last season against raiders in my domains. I saw out there again!” Deep sigh punctuated her clarification. “Aye. He saved your rear baggage. Unlike the rest of you men, Merlin fought alongside my sisters and me! Willingly! He shed blood beside us! WILLINGLY! I lent him a shield.” She reached back into the passage.

Nicked Up Shield, Cracked Shield, and Bloodied Neckerchief raised up in her hands.

“And then there is Uther’s so-called *appreciation*…” She waved her hand again.

“Arthur, that boy is but a servant! It is a terrible shame that he got involved! Still, he defied orders to do so! You are not responsible for his recklessness! Forget about it! Rodor and she have search parties out. I would not waste our knights for a servant!” Uther turned his nose up. “We’ll find someone to clean this up. Get dressed!” He stalked out and down the passage.

“My! My! Such ingratitude!” Pained sigh escaped her lips. “Oh, I believe you will have *quite the reception* when they do find you, Merlin. Even with Lady Reyna’s and my healing spells, you will require rest. You should have lost your arm.”

“Thank you, Lady! I have been TRYING TO TELL HIM THAT!” Will frowned. “Pendragon only wants someone to muck out his stables and wipe his arse! He is a typical noble!”

“True.” She conceded that point. “Merlin, however, listens too much to Gaius. Well now, I think he will see a difference. It is time.”

“Time? Time for what?” Merlin strained himself to try and sit up again.

“Time for you to go back of course!” Her hand flicked a saucy wave at him.

“Go back….?” A bright light dazzled Merlin. He felt himself moving even as he stayed still.

Everything shifted yet again it seemed….

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Chapter 7 [Hideout—A Few Hourglass Grains following Merlin’s ‘Death’]

Britomart poured wine into a small bowl. Lament deadened her heart and thinking. What will King Rodor and Queen Radegund think of us? We failed! We could not keep Merlin alive! After he saved Prince Kay and all of us from those monsters, we should have saved him! Sewing needle and metal clamp disinfected in that bath. She rubbed Malodius’ mane. “Standing guard are you?”

Malodius whined. Merlin’s death weighed heavily on him as well. His head remained bowed. His heart heavy.

“Farewell, Brave Hero.” Elena pulled the blanket over Merlin’s face. Despite Duty and Chastity’s Oath, Desire warmed her heart. Admiration for her fellow servant lifted her spirits. Still, Failure ate at her as well. “Know that you will be remembered by the Amazon Sisterhood.” She bowed her head. In spite of Amazon Expectations, a single tear streaked her cheek.

Her sisters would scoff…she could’ve cared less at that point….

“And all of Britannia as well.” Britomart regarded his covered face and body. “King Rodor will wish to remember Merlin in the Hall of Heroes. He would be known for future generations. Perhaps, as a contrast to his King’s bile.” Outrage burned in her heart. “Poor Lady Reyna.”

“She sacrificed herself to give us a chance, Britomart. I know we did our best. You could not have done more even if you were Master Wyngate himself. I will tell my Queen and your King as much, Sister.” Elena set her hand on Britomart’s forearm. “Come. We have to let my sisters know. Then, we can wash and prepare Merlin for the trip back to Whitgate. We….”

Malodius stirred. Magic’s residue strummed his senses. He sprang to his feet. Growl alerted the others. His eyes looked over the body.

“Mmmm….” Merlin moved under the blanket. His wound glowed. Nimue’s last spell carried from his spirit to his body. His wound closed. Stitches melted away. Scar marked the only souvenir. His eyes blurred into focus. “What? I?”

“Merlin? MERLIN!” Elena ripped the blanket away from his face. Relief immediately lightened her heart. “Britomart! Do you see?”

“Aye!” Britomart pressed her fingers against his neck. “The blood flow is going again. Praise be! King Rodor will be so relieved. Welcome back.” Enthusiasm brightened her outlook. “Just stay there and do not move your left arm. I had to finish sewing your wound and….” She inspected his shoulder again. “What is this? Elena?” She pointed at the shoulder in question.

“I was healed in this other place. Guess it works here too?” He lifted his right arm. “I am all right.” His fingers touched his left arm and shoulder. “Maybe that was a dream. I…”

Malodius shook his head. Purrs came from him. Dragon! Merlin is alive!

WHAT? Kilgarrah assessed the link’s vibration. Merlin?

Yeah. I am. Just do not be so loud. Merlin ground his teeth.

Britomart sniffed. “It most certainly was not! A Cawdorian sword nearly chopped your arm off. Lady Reyna saved it and you. Your heart stopped. We thought you were dead, Merlin.” She shook her head. “I have never seen magic like yours.”

“Magic?” Denial tried to come up with evasions and excuses. Merlin’s mind spun about. Excuses popped up and seemed to evaporate. “There were plenty of people out there with hoods and cloaks on! How do you know it was me? I was blending in.”

“Blending in?” Elena raised an eyebrow. “Most servants blend in by hiding in the woods or under a wagon. You grabbed a sword. Queen Radegund gave you a shield. You saved several of my sisters out there. You took that wound for Prince Kay. I saw you cast that spell. So did Prince Accolon of Tintagel, my Queen, and King Rodor!”

“They…did?” Merlin efforted himself back into a sitting position. “Gaius? Prince Arthur? Did they…? I have to get back. I….” Stiffness held his shoulder back. “Mmm!”

“Do you ever listen?” Elena threw her hands up in the air. “I am going to tell my sisters. Britomart, keep an eye on him.” She hustled out of the chamber.

Malodius roared. He shoved Merlin back onto the bed. DID YOU NOT HEAR HER? STAY THERE!

“What did I do to her? I am concerned about Gaius and the others.” Merlin moved his left shoulder. He glanced at Malodius but said nothing. Then, he turned back to Britomart. “I guess Nimue’s spell worked better than she thought. I’m healed. We have to get back.” He looked around. “Where are we anyway?”

“We are in a secret chamber on the Isle of Shalott.” Britomart pulled her instruments from their wine bath. She shook each one and set them on a rag. “I found you in the woods. The Amazons helped me to get you here. Malodius carried you in here himself.”

Malodius harunged from his place at the bedside.

“Wait! We are at…Astolat? Count Bernard hates magic! He….” Worry and Fear ate at Merlin. Instinct forced him to his feet. “Prince Arthur will be looking for me. King Uther….”

“They do not know if you are even alive, Merlin. King Rodor sent knights to look for you. Queen Radegund has Amazons guarding the entrance. Lady Reyna…well….” Britomart bowed her head. “I fear for her.” She turned and dried her tools. Then, she set them back in Wyngate’s borrowed bag. “I give up. Merlin, you cannot…”

“I have to get back. They need me.” Merlin grabbed his shirt. “Help me please?”

“Maybe just your coat. The Amazons have seen men before, Merlin. They would not mind a wound like that.” Britomart glanced down the passage. Elena’s feelings came through loud and clear to her. Does she not have a vow? What will her Queen think? She grabbed his coat. “We will repair it back in Whitgate.” She shook her head. “Are you always such a cabbage head?”

“Yup. I am.” Merlin let her ease the coat onto him. “Thanks. Prince Arthur needs me.”

“He needs you alive. Does he need your magic?” Seeing his expression, she raised her hands. “I know…he does not have to know.” She shook her head. “You do know that Camelot’s knights and some man in black took Lady Reyna away? They were looking for you.” Her eyes narrowed. “Do not be a prat, Merlin. She is going to die. Do not waste her sacrifice.”

“Die? What? We are in Nemeth! King Rodor….” Protests formed and then withered away. Nimue’s and Will’s words rang in his ears anew. They know already. Why can they not stop it? They could get her out of there!

Why does she not free me, Young Warlock? Because *that* is how things work. We all have sacrifices to make. One day, you will understand, Kilgarrah sniped.

Malodius rubbed against his right leg.

“Thank you both.” Merlin gimped toward the door. Effort made him lean against the wall. Still, Duty pushed him ever onward. “Maybe there’s a wagon? I know….”

“The Amazons have one ready. I will make sure you ride in it. You will lie still on the way!” Britomart grabbed the blanket and bag. “Malodius, watch him.”

Malodius motioned to his back. Get on me. I will carry you. It is the least I can do.

Merlin forced himself onto the lion’s back. He rode down the passage and toward the exit.

Even if it killed him, Service required his presence after all….

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Chapter 8 [Whitgate—Two Turns of the Hourglass Following his Meeting with Rodor and the Others]

Accolon hustled down the passage. Priorities seemed mixed at best. Somber Resignation weighed on his mind and heart over Reyna’s impending sacrifice. Merlin’s status weighed on his mind. Prejudice stank in his craw. Attitudes burned at him. Still, goddess and his heart pushed him forward.

Ruthbert and Uther spoke on other matters. Still, Politics would prove a welcome diversion. Uther would welcome a good example for Arthur. This matter loomed large for both kingdoms. Consideration, even if it came later, would be a welcome one.

I know better than to question my Lady. Still, should we not show greater regard for Lady Reyna? I would not cheapen her death with such matters. Regret threatened to undermine Composure and Purpose in his mission. He stopped. Pardon me. I do not mean to question you.

You show me due regard. You respect Reyna of Astolat. Your feelings for Morgana Pendragon are well known to me. I wish for her and you to be together. She does not need to be in Camelot for the coming storm. Reyna understands. This is for the future. Much as with the missing servant…the one called Merlin, the goddess assured him.

Merlin? He lives? Praise be! Accolon brightened up.

Aye. He has been healed. I caution you. He presses himself to return and serve the Pendragons. Watch him. The spells require time to fully take effect. If he presses himself in the next four solar cycles, he could undo everything. Keep watch. The Young Pendragon will demand.

Accolon nodded. He will. I will keep watch. Thank you, Lady. Please accept my prayers for Lady Reyna.

I have heard. I know your heart, Accolon of Tintagel. Thank you. Now, go to your father and Uther Pendragon. Our purpose must be met. With that, the goddess went silent.

Our purpose. Accolon composed himself anew. He turned a corner. His boots echoed off of Granite’s floor underfoot. In a few more heartbeats, he stopped before Uther’s chamber door. “Sir Matthew! Sir Harold! Greetings!”

The two knights bowed to him. The lefthand one answered, “Your Highness! What can we do for you? Your father is still inside with King Uther.”

“So, I understand. Thank you, Sir Matthew.” Accolon sucked in a composing breath. Respect prompted a nod for the loyal knights. “I know they are very busy with pressing matters of state. I would present a matter that has come to my attention. I would talk with both Kings.”

The two knights glanced back at the closed door. Orders instructed that no disturbances could come through that door. On the other hand, Royal Prerogative backed Accolon’s request. Harold motioned to Matthew. Then, he rapped on the door. “Sire? Pardon us!”

Locks unfastened. Uther flung the door open. Impatience and Ill Mood narrowed his eyes. “What is it? King Ruthbert and I ordered we were not to be disturbed! We….” He noted Accolon standing there. “Prince Accolon?”

“Pardon them and me, Sire.” Accolon nodded to Uther. “Thank you for your indulgence. I understand your time is precious. I had a matter to discuss with King Ruthbert and you together. It is a matter of state and diplomacy.”

“A matter…?” Accolon’s proposal puzzled Uther. Still, he knew the Prince wouldn’t bother them unless it was a key matter. “Please! That will be fine. He and I are at good point for such matters in any event.” He led Accolon into the chamber and closed the door behind them.

“Thank you, my lord.” Accolon stifled his own feelings about ongoing events. Focus remained on his overall purpose. “I appreciate this. I am sure you will not be disappointed.” He looked at his father. “Sire.” He offered another nod.

“I am sure.” Uther clapped Accolon’s shoulder. His face brightened. “You have a sensible mind about you. Whatever it is, I am sure we can reach an understanding. Ruthbert, it seems Prince Accolon has something to say to us both?”

“Accolon?” A heavy-set rouge and white-haired man rose to his feet. “Is everything all right? They said you were talking with those Amazons and King Rodor!” Potential issues spun through his head. “We do not need a war. I know Princess Mithian and you are still friends. You should take care with that. I know you still have feelings….”

“Actually, Sire, that is why I wished to speak with King Uther and you together.” Accolon put his hands behind his back. His throat cleared. Nerves batted about in his stomach. “Pardon me. I give the matter due reverence. I know the circumstances with King Rodor and all….”

Ruthbert’s hand made a batting motion in the air. “He favors that witch. We will deal with her in the morning.” Triumph gleamed in his eyes. “Perhaps, you have met someone? Oh how I hope…!”

Accolon nodded. “Aye, Sire. I spoke with Lady Morgana. You know how we have been friends since childhood? I wish to ask King Uther and you about her. Perhaps…?” He bowed to Uther. “Forgive my impudence. I….”

“Impudence?” Warmth and Acceptance sparkled in Uther’s eyes. He assessed Accolon. Ruthbert stood as a worthy ally. Tintagel and Camelot remained good neighbors. Accolon fought well in Melee and Tournament alike. His sword proved worthy at Shalott. “This is excellent news indeed!”

“Aye!” Ruthbert embraced Accolon. “This is a truly welcome arrangement! Perhaps, Uther, we might work something out? I know it will not be finished today but….”

“It is a small matter. I know you wish that land south of the Meridoc River. Perhaps that and a thousand pounds for support? We can reaffirm our trade privileges?” Uther held his hand out.

Surprise stiffened Ruthbert. He shook Uther’s hand. “Aye! Lady Morgana’s hand with Accolon’s will stop the civil unrest! At last! Oh, my Son! I am so glad! I am sorry that King Rodor and I could not come to a suitable arrangement for Princess Mithian’s hand. This at least will be good news to present to the court.” A shrug dispensed with Memoria’s bad tidings. Negotiations in that case soured over his and Rodor’s respective outlooks.

“Indeed so! Prince Arthur will be delighted as well. I know he and you are good friends, Prince Accolon. On top of victory and dealing with this witch, I thought I could not have more reason to celebrate. You have certainly done so. Well done! I am glad you disturbed us for this matter. Thank you.” Uther nodded. “There is but a small matter of drafting the marriage agreement.” He headed for the door.

“Lady Morgana is an excellent choice! Splendid thinking!” Ruthbert picked up the wine bottle. “I believe this deserves a toast!”

“Indeed so!” Uther returned to the table. Raefgad would be there presently. He sized up the goblet. “A toast to better days and stronger foundations for Camelot and Tintagel alike!”

“Hear! Hear!” Ruthbert touched goblets with Uther and then Accolon. “We will celebrate.”

“Aye, Sire and Milord! We should celebrate. To love and diplomacy meeting a common road!” Accolon touched both Kings’ goblets with his. Then, he took a draught from his. His heart rejoiced. Still, Lament and Mourning for the coming sacrifice remained on his mind.

Silver lining and Hope within Acrid Cloud….

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Chapter 9

Gwen swept some dirt into a pile off to the eastern side of Morgana’s chamber. Despite Britomart’s usual exacting standards, the chamber lacked spit and polish. Effort and Elbow Grease lent sparkle and shine to desk and bed. Dirt cloud escaped as a rug beat against Citadel’s outer walls. She carted the chamber pot down the passage toward its disposal place. Someday they will invent a private area in each chamber! She disposed of the refuse.

George rushed toward her. Fear paled his face. His eyes went wide. Chamber pot sloshed almost as much as his goblets. “I almost wish that peasant would come back! I cannot help it!” He poured the pot out.

Spite animated Pot’s spit back on him.

“Oh nay! NAY!” Disgust rolled his eyes. “Look at this! Now, I have to change! Prince Arthur has so much he needs done!” Frown curled at the sides of his mouth.

How does he manage not to get killed by the Prince? Merlin would *never* act like this! Stench threatened to clog her nostrils and unsettle her stomach. “George, it is all right. I will see to the Prince. I just have to put this chamber pot back in Lady Morgana’s chamber. Then, I will go right there.” She batted her hand in front of her face. Her eyes watered. “Go on.” She motioned toward the servants’ quarters.

“Thank you!” George sprinted down the passage. His pace disrupted the usual flow. Several baskets nearly overturned. Other servants barely managed to keep from upsetting covered food platters or wine flasks. “Pardon! Terribly sorry! Oh!”

Dirty looks and choice words echoed back up the passage. (Don’t worry, Reader. We won’t repeat them here…) Heads shook. Eyes motioned down the passage at Gwen. Then, the affected castellans kept going toward their destinations.

Merlin, where are you? She carried the two pots back down the passage. She set Morgana’s back in her chamber. Then, she closed the door. “Hopefully, she will understand.” Her mind, however, kept returning to Merlin’s situation. No one has seen Merlin since before the battle. He could be dead out in the woods or wandering in need of help. We are leagues away from home. Cawdorians or Mercians could kill him out of spite! Worry dampened her spirits.

“GEORGE!!!”

And Prince Arthur’s on edge. Her eyes rolled. Temper’s fury intimidated Castellans and Guests alike. Even if he will never admit it, he has to be beside himself about Merlin! She set her jaw. Strides ate distance away between his door and herself. As in Ealdor, his behavior grated on her. In spite of Status and Class, Lecture brewed within her. Her hand rapped against the door. “Sire?”

Arthur flung the door open. “DON’T JUST KNOCK! COME….in….” Her presence stopped Tantrum in its tracks. He stepped aside. “Gwen, I thought….”

Gwen cleared her throat. “George splashed himself with this. He is changing into some fresh clothes. This, I believe, is yours?” Her eyebrow arched at him akin to peeved tutor. She curtseyed to him. “May I enter, Sire?”

“Aye. Please.” Arthur struggled to form words. His heart skipped beats, pounded, and then skipped still more beats. Merlin’s absence infuriated him. George drove him to the breaking point. Gwen however…Gwen….

Gwen….

“Prince Arthur, with due respect, I…” Gwen noted his gobstruck reaction. She looked him over. “Are you unwell? I can find Gaius?” Even at that point, her own breathing labored. She stepped back from him.

“Huh? Oh…!” Arthur composed himself. “Thank you, Gwen. That will not be needed. I am sure Gaius has enough helping Wyngate with the knights. I can take that. Are you all right?” He took the chamber pot from her. “Do you need to sit?”

“Nay. Thank you.” Gwen rubbed the back of her neck. “I should not ask.” She furrowed her brow. Class consciousness bore down on her. She looked all around. “I remember my place. If anyone should hear….”

“Nay! I want to hear what you have to say, Gwen.” Arthur shook Convention and Status off. “Please.”

“Well…all right.” Gwen looked about one more time. Then, she walked into the chamber. “Sire, with due respect, why are you carrying on like this? George is not Merlin. We know that. He is trying.”

Arthur stifled a rude cough. “You can say that again! George is going to drive me mad! How has he lasted this long in the royal household is beyond me!” He threw his hands up in the air. “He cannot fill goblets properly! He adds salt to everything! Look around! He cannot sweep anything! He cannot help me with my armor!” His hand swiped Sweat’s beads from across his forehead. “Just wait until Merlin gets back here!” He ground his teeth.

Her eyes rolled. “DID YOU REALLY EXPECT MERLIN TO STAY BACK WHILE YOU RUSHED INTO THAT FIGHT? REALLY?” Her hand planted itself right on her hip. “He would NEVER let you go by yourself! NEVER! Sire, please!” Her head shook at him.

“MY FATHER ORDERED HIM NOT TO….! I TOLD HIM NOT TO….!” Arthur barked back.

Rude snort escaped her mouth. “Again, this is Merlin. It is not like he crossed swords….”

He hissed a sharp breath. “That is exactly what he did! The Amazon Queen was here earlier.” He shook his head. “She showed me a shield, a sword, and that neckerchief he wears! It was all soaked in blood! He is out there somewhere! The King….”

“The King refuses to waste knights on us servants?” She folded her arms across her chest. “You saw it?”

“Aye! I did! Father took it from me and threw back in that Queen’s face.” His hand came down on the table next to himself. “Queen Radegund is right! I should be out there searching for him! That idiot!” Worry, however, soaked through Insults and Attitude. “He should be here! My armor! My clothes! My bloody chamber pot! At least my goblet would not spill over!”

“Princess Mithian’s maid, Britomart, and the Amazon Queen’s maid are out searching. They are making due. I am sure Merlin will turn up.” Gwen’s attempted poker face tried to restrain her own issues. Potential raiders, Cawdorians, Mercians, animals, or even angry peasants lay in wait out there. Injuries could kill Merlin before anyone found him. I…” A knocking at the door interrupted him. “AYE?”

“Sire! I am back!” George slipped back into the chamber. He’d overheard them from behind the door. Disdain narrowed his eyes at her. “Perhaps Lady Morgana needs you, Guinevere? I can attend to our Prince’s needs quite well.” He straightened himself. Arrogance and Superiority flared in his nostrils and tone.

Irritation flicked Arthur’s eyebrow. “George, Guinevere is quite capable of fulfilling her duties very well. I believe she can properly fill a goblet without spilling any of the wine? She knows there is more to chamber work than polishing. She is concerned about her fellow servant, Merlin.Obviously, I am as well. Since you are back, I need my stable stall mucked out. I would not trouble King Rodor with such things. Go on.” His eyes narrowed at the obnoxious servant.

George maintained a straight face. “As you say, Sire.” He bowed and departed. Still, he’d heard plenty from Arthur and Gwen. He also knew Uther would like to know as well.

“Pardon me, Prince Arthur. I will not get you in trouble with the King.” Gwen curtseyed. Then, she hustled off for Morgana’s chamber.

Arthur sucked in a deep breath. Bad enough, Merlin had vanished. Amor stirred his heart yet again. While Gwen and he connected, George knew all about it.

All sorts of trouble persisted. He had no idea what was to come next….

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Chapter 10 [Slightly Earlier]

Mithian ascended the granite staircase from the stables. The horseback ride through the immediate forest and fields had distracted her somewhat. Her mind sought distance and escape to process Reyna’s advisories. There is so much to consider! Why can Kay not do his duty without acting like a bully? He’d rather be in Camelot than here! Already he sides with King Uther than Father and me. A frown twisted at her mouth. He and the other suitors laugh at me. I am doomed to be an old maid. Who’d take me as a partner? Father and our subjects come first. She glanced back at Morgana. “I wish the ride could have been longer, Lady Morgana. Apologies.”

“The ride was fine, Princess Mithian. Thank you. I have a great deal to think about.” Morgana peeled her riding gloves off one at a time. Reyna’s impending fate burned at her. Uther’s attitude chafed at her to say the least. Merlin’s continued absence prompted concern. Sorcery, however, ate at her. Nausea unsettled her stomach. Pinpricks jabbed at her skin. Burning irritated her. Her fingers rubbed at her temples. “Pardon me.”

“Are you all right? I should not have insisted on that ride.” Mithian bit her lip. I let myself get distracted! Father would lecture me soundly for being a poor hostess! I would deserve it! Bad enough that she is in pain. I did not notice that! Let Uther be as he is. We will not mistreat Lady Morgana or Prince Arthur!

“I am.” Morgana sucked in a deep breath. Necessity demanded that she find someone…anyone to trust with Reyna’s insight. “I am uncertain. I….” Burning surged within her. “AHHH!!!” Canary flashed in her eyes.

“Lady Morgana? Please tell me! What can I do to help?” Mithian guided her toward her chamber. She scanned their surroundings. Paranoia kept her alert for Aredian or Camelot’s knights. “Master Wyngate can keep secrets. It’s all right!” Pressure now took its turn at her mind. “Now I am feeling something.” She braced herself against a wall. She bit her lip.

Torches flared all around them. Flames seared walls and ceiling overhead. Fortuna, however, had ensured that said outburst occurred in relative safety. No eyes but theirs witnessed the event.

Morgana shuddered. Effort sapped her energy. She slumped onto the stairs. “Mith…Mithian? I…I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in her eyes. Breaths rasped from overextended lungs and parched mouth.

“What? What was that?” Shock and Surprise stiffened Mithian. She turned toward Morgana. “You…have magic?” And I felt her channeling it? What does that make me? She rubbed her forehead.

“You sensed it happening?” Morgana’s sharp look stabbed out at Mithian. She pulled herself off of the granite. “We…we cannot be out here. If anyone noticed, they’d tell Uther or Aredian.” Fear shook her head.

“My chambers are not far. We can rest there. I…I will send for Master Wyngate. He will know what to do.” Mithian pushed another breath from her own lungs. “King Uther is…my concern. My father will deal with Aredian. Bad enough Lady Reyna has to suffer. We…” She sucked in another breath. She heard footsteps echoing toward them.

“Princess Mithian? Lady Morgana?” Accolon helped each of them to their feet. “What is this? Are you both all right?” He’d seen the light from the torches’ flare up down the passage. Necessity demanded his own look around. He knew they had to get out of sight immediately. Proposal could wait for the present. Right now, Friendship and Amor demanded his attention. “Your chamber is close by, Princess. Come. I will get you up there.”

“You…you saw…?” Morgana shivered. Images of Uther’s demands and accusations ran through her mind. Memoria recalled Headsmen’s and Hangmen’s victims on scaffolds back in Camelot’s square. Revulsion overwhelmed her. Pity moved her. Prayers whispered past her lips…

Pity then…Fear now for Mithian and herself….

“It is all right. Can you stand, Milady?” He assisted them to the top of the staircase. “Aye. I saw. We were fortunate.” He glanced around. “Can you let us into your chamber, Princess?”

“I can do…that.” Mithian’s headache lessened. “Thank you, Prince Accolon. I appreciate your consideration. We have enough issues without this matter as well. There are eyes everywhere.” Her efforted footfalls hustled (as much as could be managed anyhow) toward her chamber. She opened the door. “In here! Quickly!” She beckoned to them with a wave of her hand.

“Indeed.” He slipped Morgana’s right arm over his shoulders. “Come along, Milady. We will make sure you are all right.” He braced her step by step. Instinct prepared him for his father’s or Camelot’s knights. He helped her into Mithian’s chamber and shut the door. “I should open it shortly. I do not want any questions or doubts about intentions.”

Pointed snort escaped Mithian’s nostrils. “I believe my father knows that he can trust you, Prince Accolon. We are friends in spite of the failed negotiations. One day, we will each find someone. Until then, caring is not a crime. You are only assisting us. Lady Morgana?”

“I am fine now, Princess. Thank you. I…I am sorry.” Morgana sucked in a couple of composing breaths. “We know now. Do we not?” Rueful laugh escaped her lips.

“Know what?” He studied them. Secrets and issues burrowed deep into their psyches. “You know who the sorcerer is?” He raised an eyebrow. “Princess Mithian knows that my father and I do not agree about sorcery and King Uther’s Purge. You should know that as well, Milady.”

Morgana quivered. Halting movements jerked her head slowly upward. Her eyes met his. Earnestness there reassured her. Previous meetings had stoked Friendship’s and Trust’s fire. She recalled Ruthbert’s and Rodor’s negotiations. Shared experience, however, affirmed his words and meaning. “Thank you.”

He raised Morgana’s hand. “I would protect you for a lifetime, Milady.” His lips whispered across her knuckles. “It is a fortunate thing I found you both together. I know it is a bad time. Still, I have my purpose. I wish to respect Princess Mithian and you. I have higher orders to make a request of you.” He sucked in a nervous breath. “I did not want this to surprise anyone.”

Mithian nodded. Her head bowed. She sensed his intent. “What would we be if you are not happy, Prince Accolon?” Her hand stifled a cough. “We are friends. Your happiness is first and foremost. Lady Morgana needs a protector now at Uther’s court.”

Morgana stared at him. “Accolon, are you asking?”

He kneeled in front of her. “Morgana, my father and King Uther will be announcing this later. They’re finalizing an agreement for us. I wanted to let Princess Mithian know out of consideration. I also wanted you to know that I do not look at you as a prize. I would not have our bond as simply a political one. I love you. I always have. I am my father’s heir. You are Gorlois’ heir. We can unify Tintagel with our partnership. I am not over you. You are not over me. Granted, we owe our allegiance to my father and Tintagel first. I would grow with you in every regard. Magic included.” Canary glowed in his eyes.

Morgana gasped. Her hand covered her mouth. “You have magic too? How?” Shock and Doubt unsettled her. She wanted to know more about this turn of events.

“My abilities have only begun to manifest themselves. The goddess herself wanted me to ask you personally. We can honor Lady Reyna with this arrangement. When it is our turn to rule, we can work to help those like us.” He turned toward Mithian. “That goes for Nemeth as well. I will never forget your father’s kindness or yours.”

“Father appreciates you as well. Sometimes, I wish you were my brother. I value our friendship and support Kay has little regard for being here. I fear for him.” Mithian shook her head. “Lady Reyna told me there is someone for me out there. I have to be strong. As she said, I am the Lady of Nemeth.”

“You are our friend.” Morgana nodded. “Who would not want such a friend? Neither Accolon nor I would throw away an ally. You are discerning, Princess. Let that work for you now.” She rubbed Mithian’s arm. “There is that stupid law about a woman not ruling here in her own right.” She shot Accolon a firm look. “I heard you before, Accolon. I know our fathers follow that. I want that law stricken from the code.”

“We will do so. As I said, rule as partners and equals, Milady. My father, Tintagel, and the goddess…only those are above us.” Accolon affirmed. “Well?”

Morgana’s heart lightened. “Aye, Accolon. Of course, we have to wait for those negotiations to be affirmed. But thank you for coming to me first. We will rule together. We will bring peace. We will bring tolerance.” She raised his hands. Her lips sealed Affirmation’s bond between them. “My Prince.”

He touched foreheads with her. “My Princess.”

Mithian stood tall. Granted, she knew of their love since childhood. Admiration had drawn her toward him however. Hope had held out for successful negotiations. Still, she would not deny him or Morgana their due. If one wishes to have a friend, one must be that friend first. May Lady Reyna be right. “Congratulations, Prince Accolon and Lady Morgana. I am sure Father will add his best wishes to mine on Nemeth’s behalf.”

“Thank you, Princess.” Morgana embraced Mithian. “As I said before, you are our friend. We will figure out our magic together.”

“This is by the goddess’ design, Princess. We have our magic. So does Lady Elaine. We will all figure this out together.” He took both of their hands in his. “Together.”

“Together,” Morgana affirmed.

“Aye. Together.” Mithian nodded. Companionship eased her heart somewhat. Still, Questions and Concerns were their own burden.

And so it went….

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Chapter 11 [Dining Hall—Two Turns of the Hourglass Later]

Rodor strode into the dining chamber. Nemeth’s fortunes weighed heavily on his mind. His visit with the wounded knights under healers’ care took up most of the afternoon. Hardliners’ attitude soured the Royal Council meeting. His temper flared at Kay’s Arthur-Mithian marriage proposal. Merlin’s absence concerned him. Depression weighed him down. Some assistance! This feels more like an occupation than an alliance! His eyes narrowed.

Around himself, servants set the polished dining table. Goblets and utensils sat in assigned positions. Covered plates still awaited back in the kitchen downstairs. At his presence, motion stopped. Everyone bowed or curtseyed to him.

“Thank you, Everyone. As you were.” Rodor motioned for them to rise. He drifted toward his usual chair. Granted, he never showed up early. Still, Hunger nagged at him. His walk failed to settle his nerves.

Mithian edged into the chamber. Caution and even Paranoia prompted looks all around. The servants’ unease and Rodor’s depression nearly drove her back out into the passage. Static and burning disrupted her thoughts. She braced herself against the wall. How am I going to deal with this sensitivity? It’s so MUCH! I….

“Daughter?” Rodor snapped out of his funk. Parental Instinct prompted him to her side. “Mithian, are you all right?” He shook her arm.

“Sire?” Mithian glanced over her shoulder toward the door. Then, back toward him. “Pardon me. I did not mean to intrude. My walk ended early. I have so much….” Respect prompted the royal nod. Protocol distanced her from him. Familial and Political Roles clashed with one another.

“I can tell. You are never interrupting me.” Rodor broke through the proverbial royal context. He embraced Mithian. “Everyone, your preparations look in order. Please leave us and close the door behind you. The Princess and I require privacy.” He watched them depart the area and shut the door. “All right. We are now alone. It will be all right.”

“Thank you, Father.” She savored his reassurance. For several heartbeats, she took it all in. Then, she stepped back. He rubbed her forehead. “Pardon. I fear for my safety to be honest. With Aredian and King Uther….”

“What about them?” Rodor tensed. He studied her. Intimidation seemed to cow her for some reason. His eyes narrowed. “They have not threatened you. Have they?”

“Nay. Not yet…anyway.” She paced about the chamber. Questions bobbed about in her mind. She mulled over how to tell him about her evolving state of affairs. Then, Accolon’s and Morgana’s engagement had potential to set him off as well. “Prince Accolon and Lady Morgana were very considerate, Father. Kings Uther and Ruthbert have been busy it seems.”

“Aye. A Camelot courtier made an inappropriate suggestion to King Uther about Prince Arthur and you.” Rodor raised his eyebrow. “I would never let that happen! I want no part of a union with Camelot. No part!” Indignant sniff pressed past his lips. “I just finished making that very point to your brother.”

“He favors it, I suppose?” Her eyes rolled. A frown curled in on itself across her face. Despite the questioning tone, she could well imagine Kay’s interest in that regard. That marriage would bury Nemeth under Camelot’s boot. Either Arthur or Kay would rule after Rodor’s death. Hardline policies would take over. “Nay, Father. We cannot let that happen.”

“I know.” Rodor patted her on the arm. “I would never let that happen. I fear that your brother has spent too much time around the likes of Count Bernard of Astolat, Lord Aethelwald, King Uther, and King Doun of the Holy Roman Empire. I have tried to reason with Kay. He will not listen to me. He thinks us to be spelled or worse.” A rueful snigger spurted from his lips. “I was going to tell you both this later. Can I have your confidence, Mithian? I mean it. Not a soul can know.”

“Absolutely, Sire! What is it? Is he all right?” she pressed. Her own issues took a backseat. Despite their disagreements, Kay was her brother after all. His health (as hers) concerned Nemeth.

“King Bors has asked for his sword. Since Kay wishes to play knight, I am sending him to Gaul. He respects King Bors. King Bors and his son practice tolerance at their court. Let Kay learn some of that from them in Parisius. There are potential marital alliances to benefit us as well. You may recall Beatrice of Brittany? Her father has proposed an alliance. I know you and she spent time together just after our unfortunate experience with King Ruthbert. Given those connections, I would prefer that. If you need asylum against a potential coup, I have been working on such places. For a marriage, I would rather find you an alliance closer to here.” His hand stifled a cough. “Lady Reyna has foretold that someone would come forward from close by. He is in our midst. She has told you to be patient?”

“She did, Sire. Our first duty is to Nemeth and our people. I have to serve and look after you.” She curtseyed to punctuate her statement. “I want to be happy as well.”

“Of course, you do. I appreciate that. Rest assured I have a plan. I will not share it yet. This is not an appropriate time.” He patted her shoulder. “Just have faith, Daughter. Now, there is another matter. I kept it from Kay and you. He pressed me about certain rumors. He did not like my response.” Lament weighed heavily upon his face. “Lady Reyna reminded me of certain things.” His finger rubbed across his chin.

Her eyebrow arched. “Oh?” Ultra-Orthodoxy and Hardliner Attitude drove Kay in many unwelcome regards. For some reason, she sensed her brother’s outrage on her father. “What is that? I….” Burning irritated her skin. Headache once again pounded at her temples. “Father, pardon! Oh…not again! It….It…”

“Mithian! Mithian, what is it?” He grabbed onto her. “I will get Master Wyngate! He will know what to do! I….”

“NAY!” She grabbed at her head. Pain seared her mind. Tears flowed down her cheeks. I….” Canary flashed through her eyes. Her scream echoed throughout the chamber. Energies flowed from her.

Spell’s energy affected everything. He stumbled back against the wall. Water and Wine rose within their pitchers. Candles’ flames flared. Window banged open. Chill Wind billowed into the area. Several heartbeats passed with such activity. Then, it all ceased. Wine and water splattered. Flames returned to normal. Wind returned to normal.

Mithian slumped to her knees. Sobs choked her. Mask of State failed her. Trembles quaked her form. “I…I…have magic? I…” Fear gripped her. Her eyes slowly moved toward him. “S…Sorry.”

He collected himself. “Sorry for what? There is nothing to be sorry for, Mithian. That is what I was going to speak with you about.” He closed the window. Assessment noted the spilled water and wine. Otherwise, place settings needed to be set again. “I fear this is the worst possible time for this to happen.”

“But, Father! I have magic! I will make things difficult! I….” Protests chased one another from her mouth to his ear.

“You are doing NO SUCH THING! This is your heritage! Your grandfather had magic. Your mother never showed any tendency. I would not….” He grabbed onto her. “I will keep you safe. So help me. You cannot worry. They will never touch you.”

“Sire, the hardliners! Count Bernard! Lord Aethelwald! Even Kay! They’ll dethrone us over this!” Panic grabbed onto her resolve. “We are the only hope for sorcerers!” She threw her hands up in the air. “You are saying Grandfather was a warlock? How?”

“He died before Kay and you were born, Mithian. How I wish your mother were here with us. She would help us. I fear there is no one.” He shook his head. “I wish we could speak to Lady Reyna. She is being watched too closely I fear.” Options ran through his head.

Princess, open the door. I am right outside, Accolon called to her.

“There may be someone else, Sire.” She pulled herself to her feet. She rubbed her head. “We have other allies.” She managed to meander to the door.

“Daughter, we cannot… King Uther or even your brother….” He looked around at the mess. Desperation flailed about to piece a plan together. Explanations and half-truths knocked about in his mind.

She opened the door. “Prince Accolon?” She slumped up against the door frame.

Surprise it seemed was in the air….

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Chapter 12 [A Tenth of the Hourglass Earlier—Accolon’s Chamber]

Accolon drank from his goblet. Emotions juxtaposed with each other. Reverence and Respect urged due consideration on Reyna’s behalf. Satisfaction, however, eased his mind. Diplomacy ran its course. Uther and Ruthbert concluded negotiations within two turns of the hourglass. Mithian’s acceptance and support showed her quality yet again. Morgana accepted him transforming political match to Amor’s masterpiece. He shook his head.

The goddess’ fingerprints lay all over the matter.

Thank you, Lady. I could not wish for anyone better than Morgana. Your wisdom has seen me to the best possible path. How I wish you could bless Mithian with a suitable partner of her own. He took a heavy draught. His eyes gazed out the window toward the east and Shalott. What of Merlin and the others? If there is nothing by tomorrow night, I will ask King Rodor for knights to ride with. We cannot simply throw Merlin away like so much rubbish!

You are most welcome. Morgana Pendragon and you serve my ends. As long as you do so, why should I not see to your happiness? I would advise you, however, to take care, Accolon of Tintagel. You must respect your appearance and how others will receive your request. Rodor and Mithian will accept it of course. Her concern for the servant, Britomart, occupies her thoughts. Arthur of Camelot will not say anything, but he wants to search for his servant, the goddess noted.

Of course, Lady. I did not mean to be impertinent. Accolon bowed toward the voice.

I know that, Child. Thank you. Do not worry about the servants or Mithian of Nemeth. Already they proceed down their respective paths. Maintain your reserve. Speaking of Mithian of Nemeth, I need you to go to her sire’s and her side. She will need your support.

He set the goblet down on a nightstand. Not a grain of the hourglass later, Distress’ psychic backlash slammed into his senses. He ground his teeth. He braced himself.

Mithian’s scream threatened to swamp him…and then came her magic’s emergence….

She’s a sorceress? Of all the days for this to happen. First, Morgana and now Mithian? Worry about his father, Uther, and Aredian ate at him. He rushed out of his chamber. Friendship pressed him into a dead sprint down the passage and down two flights of stairs. Much like rushing into Storm’s gale winds, he forced himself down the remaining way to the dining hall. You felt her presence. I thought she might be a sensitive. Perhaps a secret Dragon Lady or the like…. Potential Ramifications exploded through his mind.

Then, all quieted down….

Everything is all right now? He sucked in a couple of composing breaths. Princess Mithian? Princess, I am right outside. Open the door. He motioned a few servants away. He waited. Her aura drew closer to him.

Mithian edged the door open. Heaviness weighed on her eyes and face. Hair lay disheveled. Labored breaths puffed from her mouth. “Prince Accolon?” Her eyes rolled at herself. “You…know.” She opened the door still further. Trembles shook her hand and the door. “Come…come in please. Thank you. Father and I….”

“Mithian? Who is it?” Rodor called from within the chamber.

Accolon eased past her. Understanding and Experience grasped the situation. Rumors and Inuendo would soon travel along Passages’ stones toward unwanted ears. Whispers would follow Agendas. Aredian’s gluttony would seek to feed yet again in spite of banishment. “I am early it seems.” He watched her close the door. “King Rodor, are you all right, Sire?” He nodded to the elder man.

“It is all right, Sire.” She walked back toward them with efforted steps. “Apologies, Prince Accolon. I did not mean to disturb your evening. We have enough to deal with.” She pulled out a chair. “I have to sit down.”

“I believe you should, Lady.” Accolon helped her into the chair. He glanced toward Rodor. “Sire, I have a favor to ask. I have a secret of my own. Can I trust you with it?”

She cleared her throat. “I believe I know what it is, Father. Trust him if you would.” She squeezed Accolon’s hand. “Thank you. I know you should be speaking with your father and King Uther.”

“It is done, Princess. Once again, thank you for your support. I know it is not an easy thing. We are your friends.” Accolon sucked in a deep breath. He looked back toward Rodor.

“I have kept your counsel since you were a boy, Prince Accolon.” Rodor sized up the younger man. Urgency seemed to be around him and Mithian both. “Did something happen earlier? Do I need to know? You are safe here of course.”

“Thank you, Sire.” Spilled water and wine drew Accolon’s attention. “Watch.” He raised his hand. “Uisge glan agus fion!” Canary flashed through his eyes. Spell’s energies swept from him across the chamber.

Sparkling energies and accompanying flash vaporized the stains.

“And this.” Accolon took note of the table. “Ath-shuidhich am bòrd!” Canary flashed again in his eyes.

Sparkling energy danced over Table’s disheveled top. Goblets and silverware reversed their earlier flights. As if on their own accord, they resettled into previous positions. Tablecloth smoothed itself. Chairs eased themselves back into position.

“You have magic as well.” Rodor nodded to himself. “No wonder you asked me in such a guarded manner. Of course!” He inspected the restored area. Nary a trace of Mithian’s outburst remained. Instead, everything had returned to their previous positions.

“Thank you, Prince.” Mithian bowed her head. Appreciation overwhelmed her. “We should not offer Camelot any further grist to grind in their mill. Once again, your consideration is welcome.”

“Once again?” Rodor raised an eyebrow at her observation. “Again, is there something else I should know about?”

“It is my pleasure to help, Princess Mithian. You helped me earlier this afternoon. We are friends. Are we not? That is what friends do for one another.” Accolon leaned against the wall. “I forget how much that takes out of me. By the way, King Rodor, my father and King Uther will have news I am sure. They concluded an engagement agreement for Lady Morgana Pendragon and myself only a few hours ago. The goddess herself prompted me to bring that to them and Lady Morgana today. Lady Morgana and I wanted to tell Princess Mithian ourselves. She deserves that kind of due consideration we think.”

“Thank you for that once again. As Lady Reyna said, I am the Lady of Nemeth. Besides you, Sire, I am responsible for our people and kingdom. That comes first. I have been told to have patience. You said as much earlier.” Several more breaths composed her anew. “I am a mess once again.” She shook her head.

“I’d have issue with that, Prince Accolon, given tomorrow’s tragedy. Still, if the goddess commanded you to do so, she wants the best. I can only presume that much. I know how Lady Morgana and you have felt about each other since childhood. I also know how much Princess Mithian and you treasure your friendship despite what happened between your father and me. In this case, I offer you my congratulations and blessings. You also have my thanks for being so considerate of Princess Mithian’s feelings. Thank you.” Rodor offered his hand.

“Thank you.” Accolon shook his hand. “I cannot go against my father publicly, Sire. However, well….” He motioned toward her. “Morgana and I offered Princess Mithian aid if the hardliners rise up. My father may not approve. We can do what we can.”

“Aye. You have more consideration of him then Prince Kay has for me at the moment. King Ruthbert should be proud. Thank you for the offer as well.” Rodor squeezed her hand. “Other than the kingdom, she and her brother are the most precious parts of my life. I know what that offer could mean. A piece of advice if I may to you both and you as well, Daughter?”

“That would be appreciated, Father.” She nodded to him.

“I would contact King Bors. He would keep you all safe.” Rodor tapped his fingers on the table. “The hardliners do a great deal of damage. I wish King Uther would understand the damage his policies do.”

“My father’s reign continues to split Tintagel’s people into factions, Sire. Lady Morgana and I hope to reunify Tintagel with our marriage. That and the fact we love each other should be something to build upon. Believe me. I respect Lady Reyna’s fortitude and sacrifice. I wish we could take Lady Elaine to Tintagel with us. I fear for her with her father.” Accolon took a breath. He kept an eye on the door.

“We all share that fear.” Rodor looked Accolon over again. “I hope Lady Morgana realizes how fortunate she is. Once again, Prince, you impress me. Thank you for your regard in all matters. I wish Prince Kay would listen to you rather than King Uther and Camelot.” Lament shook his head anew. “That remains between us, Prince Accolon. Am I clear?” Rodor cleared his throat.

“Aye. I appreciate your confidence, Sire.” Accolon nodded to Rodor. “I try to walk that fine diplomatic line. The battle was enough for me.” His eyes drifted toward the east and Shalott anew.

Rodor’s eyes followed Accolon’s across forests and woods. Hopes pinned themselves on a certain Warlock’s survival out there. He knew Radegund had ridden away a few turns of the hourglass earlier. He gripped a certain bloodied kerchief in his pocket.

Possible futures…tragic present…road diverged on those events….

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Chapter 13 [Campsite—Ten Leagues from Whitgate]

Luna shone down on a good-sized clearing amidst massive oak trees. Amazons and Britomart filled their water skins at a nearby river. Spits bore cooking meat above campfires. Guard duty required all to patrol in rotation.

And one Warlock sat and did nothing by the fire. Healers’ Orders…

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Merlin watched roast quail sizzle over the campfire. Furs over his shoulders kept him warm. Stiffness and Pain burned at his left shoulder. Frustration weighed on him. Guilt ate at him. A survey of his surroundings took in several Amazon warriors patrolling the camp’s perimeter.

Reyna’s sacrifice ate at him. He hung his head. She was out here on that remote island estate. All she did was help people. If Britomart and the others had not brought me there, nobody would have come for her. If we did not have to fight at Shalott, someone else could have healed me. Then again, I could have just stayed back as Arthur and Uther told me to…. His eyes rolled at himself. No sooner did the thought occur to him, than he discarded it. I saved Prince Kay’s life. I cast that spell. I…how did I cast that spell? His mouth twisted into a frown.

I boosted your abilities, Emrys.

He looked all around himself. “Who’s there? What?”

That, Merlin, is the voice of the triple goddess. You should feel privileged for her aid. Without it, you would be dead. The Young Pendragon, Camelot, and the rest would be routed. They would have hauled the survivors off as captives, slaves or worse. Your efforts, as you say, proved a turning point. A price, however, is to be paid, Kilgarrah interjected. The priestess allowed herself to be taken to protect you. Pardon me, Lady.

Your explanation is a good one, Kilgarrah. Thank you, the goddess accepted his explanation. Nimue explained this matter to you, Emrys. Feeling Merlin’s confusion, she clarified, I call you by your true name…your spiritual name. ‘Merlin’ is the name your mother gave you at birth. Emrys is the name many know you by. The Druids know you now. So do the Amazons.

You should let King Rodor know, Merlin. You cannot go back to Camelot now. Malodius growled low at Camelot’s ever-present threat.

Merlin shook his head. Nimue’s recounting of Arthur’s and Uther’s attitudes fell on his (deaf/denial-motivated) ears. Arthur’s never going to stop yelling at me. I will be doing chores for weeks on end after this! His right arm stretched toward the afflicted shoulder. He set his jaw. Canary flashed in his eyes. “Slàn leat!” He jerked from Spell’s effect on injury.

“That helps but you still are staying there.” Elena set his water skin next to him. “I refilled our skins at the river. “Those guards are not just here to guard against thieves and brigands. They are making sure you do not try to get back on your own to Whitgate.” She chuckled at him. “I swear you have a death wish, Merlin. We Amazons do anything to serve Queen Radegund and the Sisterhood. We also know our limits.”

He cut off his desired retort. Her roles as servant, healer, and warrior came to mind. “At least you do not have to hide who you are.”

She stifled a cough with her hand. “Queen Radegund does not require us to do so, Merlin. She accepts us.” She took a draught from her skin. “Magic is accepted in Amazonia. We harbor other sorcerers, you know.” She shook her head. “You risk so much for butchers who would kill you. I wish I could understand that.” She leaned back against the wagon wheel.

“I have my duty to Prince Arthur. I am supposed to see him enthroned. It’s this prophecy and all of that.” A shrug deflected his own internal objections over certain aspects of Arthur’s issues. The Pendragon hatred of magic ate at him. Will’s and Nimue’s lectures stung at him. “Everyone hates Camelot.”

“Everyone hates Camelot. Now that is an interesting take.” Amusement lilted at her tone. “I think King Uther brings it on himself. Queen Radegund would tell you about Queen Igraine, Prince Arthur’s mother. You apparently battled the Priestess Nimue?”

“You know about that?” Surprise stiffened him. Left shoulder reacted in unpleasant fashion to that. “Mmm.”

“We hear things. Aye.” Gotcha sparked in her eyes at him. “Fighting an Afanc at that point? I would say that is quite a feat.” She held up her outstretched hand and pointed to a finger. “Then, there’s the griffin.” She pointed at a second finger. “Perhaps that prat with the cursed shield?” She waggled her third finger at him. “You just about gave me a heart attack when you drank from the poison goblet.” She bit her lip. “Master Gaius did not see me slip into his chamber. He really should be more careful.” A pained sigh escaped her lips. “You almost died there as well.” She set her jaw. “And then Prince Arthur shot that unicorn like an idiot. You could have died then too! And there was that fight in your village. Ealdor, right? Then, because you just cannot stop…you threw yourself in front of that butcher’s sword? Why does the Prince not raise you up to a knight or his advisor? King Uther has no idea of half of what you do.”

Merlin is like that. He slips in and out of shadow much as you Amazons do, Elena. You did yourself proud on the battlefield. Pity I have my situation, Kilgarrah chimed in. As you said earlier, the Pendragons do not appreciate him. They like him right where he is. So does Gaius. Merlin speaks of duty. He does not understand that his duty lies with more than just the Young Pendragon. He has a duty to his fellow magical beings and the triple goddess as well, Kilgarrah chimed in with Snark’s edge to jab Merlin for good measure.

True, Dragon. Merlin must learn to balance both sides. Malodius put his head down in his paws.

“Wait! You talk to him too?” Merlin turned to her. His eyes narrowed to slits.

A gentle snort answered his question. Aye, Merlin. I can speak to him, you, and Malodius. Her hand ruffled the lion’s mane for effect. “I wish I had magical abilities. I am merely a tele-empath. I sense thoughts, feelings, auras, energy, and emotions. I am grateful, however, for what the goddess has blessed me with. I am a healer. I serve her will by helping others. Much as you are loyal to King Uther and Prince Arthur, I am loyal to Queen Radegund. Like you, I protect those I care for.” She unsheathed a sword. Consideration watched Luna glint against its blade for several heartbeats. “Like you, I make choices in battle. I sense your thoughts. You think that I do not understand what you do.” Her eyes rolled. “I had a choice at Shalott. I took a probationary oath before the battle. If I had disabled warriors without excess blood, I would not have been bound forever.” She shook her head. “Then you did what you did.”

“I…what?” He frowned.

She exhaled a deep breath. “For someone so powerful and so supposedly insightful, you are such a Prat!” She backhanded the wheel next to herself. “You do not get it! Do you? Your mind is so stuck on Prince Arthur. You did not notice the fair maid Gwen. Did you? You do not see when others value you as well! You sacrificed yourself for Prince Kay. You left yourself open for another of those Cawdorian savages! I had to kill to save your life! In saving you, I denied myself any chance.” She shook her head. “You need to be free. You have to get away so you can use your magic openly.”

Kilgarrah chortled.

Dragon, stop! Malodius whined.

Merlin allowed several heartbeats to elapse. His mind struggled to digest Elena’s words. “Prince Arthur would let me go if I needed to leave. Do you have that freedom under the vow?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Would he really? And if Prince Arthur or King Uther knew about your magic? Why have you not told them about it?” An almost cruel chortle spurted from her. “You know Prince Arthur was there with Aredian and the knights? You think he would’ve stopped Aredian from taking you? I think not. Remember, Merlin, how he was at your friend’s funeral. He accepts you because he thinks you are the bumbling yet brave companion who takes care of his needs. You are his security blanket. You have a much bigger destiny than that.” Purpose glinted in her eyes at him. “I had high hopes, Merlin. I admit I desire you. I know now you do not feel the same. Accordingly, that was not my destiny nor yours. I saved your life twice on that occasion. I content myself with being your friend, battlefield companion and healer.”

“You do not know me, Elena. Thanks for what you did. I do not want that freedom. I have to be at Arthur’s side. It is my destiny.” Merlin averted his glance. His eyes skimmed the stars and Nocturne’s backdrop.

“We have something else in common, Merlin. Because of a brave act, we changed those desired destinies. I am a warrior healer and no longer simply a servant. Camelot will have questions after this about you. Besides, others know about you as well now.” Elena sheathed the sword again. “You know that others saw you cast the spell. What do you think that means? Prince Arthur knows you went out on the battlefield despite his orders. King Uther knows as well.”

“I have done it before. I have explained before as well. I will now.” Merlin blew on his skewer. “Want some?”

“Perhaps later. Thank you.” Elena shook her head. “One day, Merlin, your luck will run out in that regard. I pray if and when that happens, it is in a place like this where you have allies rather than back in Camelot where it is only Gaius and you.” She saw Britomart approach. “I need to clear my head. Thanks for listening, Merlin. Please keep your eyes open.” She bowed to him. “Watch him. He is thinking too much.”

Britomart sniffed. “I figured as much. I am sorry, Sister.”

“It was not my destiny nor his. I told him as much. It is my turn to take the watch with Wyglif. Thank you.” Elena walked off toward the northeast on that note. Heartache and issues plagued her with each step.

“She does not understand.” Merlin shook off Elena’s words. Her affections made him feel less than comfortable to be honest. “We serve. My mother sent me to Camelot for a better life. I have to serve Prince Arthur. That was King Uther intended when he brought me into the royal household. Gwen’s a good friend. I cannot have a life like that. What happens if she finds out?”

“I disagree, Merlin. You have a great deal to offer a woman. The problem with you is that you so focused on Prince Arthur, you do not realize that or anything else for that matter. And if you meet the right woman, your magic will not matter to her. Nay. She would respect you more for it. You’d best eat that and get some sleep. We have an early start in the morning.” Britomart motioned toward the skewer. She drank from her own water skin.

Merlin shook his head. I think I know my own destiny. Thank you very much! Gratitude extended toward their help. He preferred not to get their two shillings in the process.

Prophecy and Truth, unbeknownst to Merlin, rang in Elena’s words. Change bore down on Merlin and the others. The goddess’ distinctions defined themselves. Malodius’ and Kilgarrah’s assumptions factored in. Still, they would all work to form something else entirely.

That process and the final outcome would be telling in themselves….

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Chapter 14 [Mid-Morning—Five Leagues from Whitgate]
[A/N: Sorry. I’m skipping the execution. Aftermath will be trauma enough for everyone….]

Radegund pressed her horse onward up the road from Whitgate. Dawn’s grotesque nauseated and disgusted her. Camelot’s knights held back Protest at Plaza’s edge. Scaffold separated the two sides. Hardliners, Prince Kay, Camelot, and Aredian savored their handiwork. Rodor and Mithian stood off to the other side. Elaine sobbed and cried at her mother’s demise.

Fortuna (and other forces) pushed brief rains across Whitgate just hours earlier. Dampened wood’s and hay’s smoke dispatched Reyna on Mercy’s behalf.

Radegund spat at the rapidly passing trail. I would bring that girl into the tribe. What good will that life do her now? Her sire is a biased beast! He seeks to poison her. He would marry her to another shallow man like himself. She would never reach her full potential! UGH! Pity moved her where Rodor and Mithian were concerned. A revolt brews here. Uther stirs unrest much as he did in Tintagel a generation ago. He’d depose King Rodor for that arrogant brat Prince. I should offer asylum to Princess Mithian and that maid of hers. Uther will push Prince Arthur on the Princess. They would be a credit to the tribe as well. At least Prince Accolon respects us. She shot a glance at the others.

Pursuit barreled up the road. Five other Amazons followed three horse lengths behind her. Just at the edge of her site, several Camelot knights rode into view as well.

Now what? Arthur Pendragon actually took my scolding seriously? Will wonders never cease? Radegund raised her right hand stopping the patrol. Matilda can support King Rodor if need be. Galahad and Ywain will keep Nemeth’s knights in line. Right now, we have to find our other sisters, Britomart, and the Boy. We can keep Pendragon on a leash as well. “We wait for Camelot. Right now, I would not take chances.” She watched her sisters fall in line behind her.

Arthur pulled up on his horse’s reins. Behind him, Gaius, Leon, and four other knights rode in supportive roles. George’s insufferable failures drove him from the royal chambers. Uther’s apparent bloodlust and power play disgusted him as well. Elaine’s tears moved him in spite of his father’s diatribe to the contrary. Rodor’s glare cut through any potential ambiguity. Father, perhaps a private beheading or hanging? You had to have your display. She kept us alive! This is Rodor’s kingdom not Camelot! That dog, Aredian, cannot stop! And to make that girl watch her mother’s death? Really, Father? And then there is Gwen as well….

Gwen….

Once again, Memoria reminded Gwen of her father’s death at the knights’ hands. Even at Uther’s insistence, she suffered through the execution as well. He was a sorcerer. Father gave him a trial. Tom deserved a more dignified end. Gwen will never recover from that.

Gwen’s pain tore at his heart. Amor protested within himself. Feelings…warm and definitely breaking with Protocol’s norms…stirred once more. Her earnestness, honesty, and strength drew him akin to Moth and Candle….

…knowing his father’s stance on such things, probably the same result….

Arthur’s throat cleared. Necessity demanded Merlin’s return to service. Endurance and Patience frayed to their mutual breaking point. I told him not to go out! Father will not approve that we are out here like this! Merlin, you idiot. The things I do for you! He forced his attention back toward the waiting Amazons. “Queen Radegund?” He nodded to her.

“Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot.” Radegund returned the nod with one of her own. “Your father have his fill in there?” Rage through Icy Hot Glare. Magma would seem akin to Far Northern Chill compared to her bile in that regard.

“Pardon me? We….” Arthur started before Radegund’s hand raised to cut him off.

“I am not interested in your justifications for Uther’s actions. I do owe you thanks in three regards. First, I appreciate that you are here. I know Uther ordered you not to ride for your servant’s sake. Second, you actually thought on my words. Third, I saw your assistance for the maid, Guinevere. Any man who helps a woman like that deserves a measure of gratitude….” She shook off her own distaste. “…even in the middle of such crass and boorish actions.” She turned to Gaius. “Master Gaius, thank you as well for tending to my sisters along with the others.”

Gaius bowed to Radegund. “I was glad to do it, Milady. Forgive me. I worry about Merlin. I also wish to assist Elena and Britomart if they need another set of trained eyes.” He glanced ahead toward the trail. Hopes maintained that Merlin would be riding toward them at that point.

“Of course. Thank you. I am sure Merlin is all right. Elena and Britomart are fine healers in their own right. Elena, in fact, has earned her elevation to a full warrior and sister within our numbers with her actions on that battlefield. Her oath affirmed by her own deeds. Come. We seek our companions.” Radegund spurred on her own horse. “SISTERS, WE RIDE!”

Of all the…! Arthur gnashed his teeth. “FORWARD!” He rode after the Amazons.

Merlin, you endanger everything! Why could you not have listened for once? Gaius imagined Hunith’s consternation at Condolence’s announcement to her and Ealdor for that matter. She sent you to me to keep you safe. Yet we end up putting ourselves between Camelot and the forces of the Old Religion. One day, your luck will run out. As if Nimue was not bad enough? Worry and Priorities pressed him to match the others’ pace. Potential Rogues’ Gallery ran through his mind. Uther unnerved him to be honest. Merlin will have to be extra careful from now on. One more affront and Merlin will be finished as Arthur’s servant. Whatever possesses that boy to act as he does? He set his jaw.

Hourglass turned once and moved halfway round yet again. Sol descended toward Horizon’s western edge. Horses’ hooves thundered over muddied track. Amazons’ calls went unanswered. Attempts continued.

Hoots finally rose up over a turn in the road.

Radegund raised her hand again. She pulled up on the reins. “We should take care. Prince Arthur, we will go first. I would not have any trouble out here. I am sure you agree?” Her eyes met Arthur’s.

Arthur nodded. “We will be here.” He met the others’ eyes. Impatience grated on him. Diplomacy, however, demanded patience in that instance. Rashness could have further war if so allowed. Uther’s warning rang in his ears. Defiance or not, he’d not start a war on his own….

…Merlin could do that on his own…

Arthur watched Radegund disappear into the trees. “Gaius, I am sure everything will be all right. Merlin will be playing with his flowers and acting like a girl. Nothing changes.” He forced a grin onto his face for Gaius’ sake.

“I hope so, Sire.” Gaius tapped his saddle. His eyes searched the trees for sign of Amazons, Merlin, or otherwise. Certainly, we are far enough away from any raiders to be safe. Hopefully, they are not carrying Merlin back in the wagon. Terrible thoughts and fears flooded his mind again.

An Amazon rode back into view. “All is well! Follow me!” She turned her horse and rode back ahead.

“You heard her!” Arthur pressed his horse onward.

Thank the goddess! Gaius relaxed. He followed toward Merlin.

Who knows what awaited??

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Chapter 15 [A Quarter Turn of the Hourglass Earlier—Up the Road]

The procession’s early start and good pace put a good amount of the road behind them. Previous night’s rain proved an exception to such weather’s rule. (An Amazon reminded Merlin about the excess smoke from such wood burning.) A brief prayer stop at Dawn expressed Mercy’s wishes on Reyna’s behalf. With such time, Whitgate remained within reach within a few more hours.

Dread, however, hung over the procession’s heads. What awaited them was anyone’s guess….

****

Merlin leaned back against the hay and old blanket underneath himself. Despite the driver’s care, the road’s bumps and potholes jostled him. Healing spells relieved his left shoulder’s burning and nagging at him. His eyes bobbed back and forth between the wagon’s sides.

Trees, trees, and more trees still…. Tedium threatened to numb him.

Why did Prince Kay not look behind him? A dark frown twisted at his face.

Why did you not look in back of yourself? Malodius squinted at him from behind his face. You did listen to the Amazon healer last night? Did her words not mean anything? He harunged and shook his mane.

You mean how Elena was mad at me? I cannot help that I do not feel the same way she does, Merlin shook his head. We both have our duty. She should understand now that she is bound by that.

She does. Because of you and those feelings, she has had to learn about implications. Malodius snarled. Show some compassion for her. She did save your life. Twice actually. I have faith in her. I believe she will serve her Queen and the Amazons well.

Thank you, Malodius. Elena rode up beside the wagon. Acceptance worked at her hurt feelings. Attitude, however, burned her heart akin to Salt in Amor’s wounds. Duty buried her feelings deep down. Her eyes blinked any tears back. “You seem to be all right, Merlin.”

“I am. Thanks. I was trying to force this to heal faster. The spells are helping.” Merlin forced himself to look her in the eye. “Maybe I can leave with everyone tomorrow….”

“Not if you want to keep that arm, Merlin.” She shook that notion off. “I really wish we had stayed at Shalott another day or two. Certainly, King Uther will understand. I am sure King Rodor would allow you to stay awhile. You rescued Prince Kay after all.”

My King will be thankful, Elena. He will welcome Merlin. Camelot, however, will need to depart. Uther’s behavior has been distasteful to say the least, Malodius chimed in. Especially after this morning’s travesty.

“If I may give you some advice, Merlin?” She flicked an eyebrow at him. “Some appreciation might be in order. You should extend your condolences to Lady Elaine. She paid for you as well this morning through her mother’s death.”

Lecture chafed at Merlin. “I am aware of that.” He revealed a bunch of lilacs. “I picked these before we left. I hope Lady Elaine likes them.”

“Well then, I stand corrected.” She nodded to Merlin. “That is a good thing and….”

Hoots sounded in the distance.

The Amazons’ commander raised a wary hand. Her ears listened to their surroundings. She put her hands to her mouth. Hooting noise responded in kind.

“What?” Merlin strained to look at the head rider.

“Watch.” Elena pointed toward the space between trees. Her hand motioned Britomart to come closer. Then, she rode up to the leading Amazon contingent.

Radegund rode into view with her fellow Amazons. She surveyed her sisters’ numbers and accompanying wagon. “Brynna? How is everything ahead?” She motioned toward the wagon. “And our friend?”

Brynna bowed to her queen. “My Queen, all is quiet. Elena and Britomart tend to Merlin. The Nemethian lion, Malodius, helps us with security.” She noted the waiting Elena a couple of horse lengths away. “Elena? How is our friend Merlin?”

“My Queen.” Elena bowed in her saddle. “Merlin is awake and alert. His left shoulder remains stiff and sore. I recommend that he continue to rest. I pray that Prince Arthur and King Uther allow him to do so.”

Radegund nodded. “You should explain that to Pendragon. He, his knights, and the healer, Gaius, are with us. I will be back.” She rode back into the trees. A few heartbeats later, she led Camelot’s and her own Amazons toward the wagon and accompanying parties. “As I promised, Pendragon. Our friends are here.”

“I can see that.” Arthur exhaled a deep breath. Urgency sought out Merlin. “So, where is he? Where is Merlin?”

“He is in the wagon, Prince Arthur.” Elena bowed to him. “He cannot ride yet. Princess Mithian’s servant, Britomart, is with him. Perhaps Master Gaius should look at him?”

Arthur rode past Elena and toward the wagon. Concern pressed him onward. Uther’s warnings and attitude received a deaf ear. Necessity demanded that he see to Merlin. One way or the other, he’d find out about his servant. After that, Admonishments, Lectures, and Discipline would follow. “MERLIN!!!” He pulled up beside the wagon. “WHOA!!”

Despite his feelings otherwise, Malodius bowed to Arthur. Experience and Protocol mandated such action. Discrimination and Disdain grated on his senses.

“Arthur, it…it is all right. Malodius is a friend. He’s helped me.” Merlin grunted himself into a sitting position.

“Merlin, it is a creature of magic! We cannot trust it!” Arthur slapped the wagon. “Where have you been? Do you know the whole citadel’s been turned upside down looking for you? And here you are! Lying around in a wagon! DOING NOTHING!”

“Prince Arthur, please! With due respect, Merlin nearly lost his arm! We just managed to save him two days ago! He should be dead!” Britomart stepped between Merlin and Arthur. She ground her teeth. Somehow, Restraint bit back the rest of her reply. She bowed her head. Indignation reddened her face to match her hair.

Standoff indeed….

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Chapter 16

“ENOUGH, PENDRAGON!” Radegund grabbed his left arm. “YOUR SERVANT HAS GOOD REASON TO BE THERE!”

Arthur wrenched his arm free. “Merlin is MY SERVANT! I will deal with him!”

Radegund narrowed her eyes at Arthur. “Do not be a fool, Pendragon. We are fortunate that he is still alive. Did NOTHING that I said to you before mean anything?” She motioned Gaius forward. “Master Gaius? Please. Look in on Merlin. I am sure you will find Elena and Princess Mithian’s maid’s handiwork quite satisfactory.”

“I am sure, Milady.” Gaius dismounted from his horse. He unhooked his medical bag from the saddle. “Pardon me, Sire.” Concern tugged him to shuffle as quickly as possible toward the wagon. “Britomart, how is he?”

“Merlin still has his arm, Master Gaius. He is still alive as well. Elena and I did everything we could. Thankfully, Lady Reyna healed him as much as she could before those knights interrupted her!” Britomart pointed at Leon. “He was with them.”

“Sir Leon had his orders from my father.” Arthur hissed a sharp breath. “Gaius, check Merlin over. Then we can all get out of here. Merlin needs to be ready to help with dinner tonight. Then, we can head back to Camelot. I think Father’s had enough….”

Merlin rubbed his left shoulder. He forced himself to slide across the straw toward the tailgate. “Yeah. I’ll…get ready.” He managed to get himself down out of the wagon with one hand.

“Merlin…” Gaius stepped in front of him. “I need to look at you.” Apprehension arose over the jacket’s all but torn off left sleeve. “I say!” He examined the torn seam. “This was torn the same way.” He yanked back Merlin’s jacket.

Grimace contorted Merlin’s face. His shoulder and elbow throbbed. “Gaius, I….”

“Merlin!” The Eyebrow arched. His finger traced the scar. “This is impossible! Merlin, you should be dead from this wound.”

“I almost was.” Merlin leaned close to Gaius’ ear. “Nimue healed me. She is still alive.”

Gaius recoiled. His face paled from that tidbit. “You are serious? Merlin, she is dead…”

Merlin shook his head. “I saw her. Ask Britomart and Elena. They kept me alive. The wound, however, finished healing by magic. No magic, no arm, and I’m dead.”

Arthur glared at them. “Do not say that around the King, Merlin. You might be dead in any event.” He motioned toward the wagon. “Might as well save your arm for dinner. Then, we will figure out how to get you back to Camelot in one piece. Magic is evil! So, it helped you this time? It will kill you the next!” He narrowed his eyes at Malodius. “Keep your distance from it as well!”

Merlin turned back toward the wagon. “I…” He put his hand on the tailgate. “I am sorry. I….”

Malodius snarled. He jumped to his feet. On my back, Merlin! I know he is your Prince but that could undo everything!

Merlin nodded. “I…I have to.” He trudged toward his magical friend. Implications loomed upon their return to Whitgate (and Camelot ultimately). “Thanks. I could not get back up there.” He pulled himself onto Malodius’ back. His injured shoulder ached. He ground his teeth.

“Merlin, I am warning you!” Arthur’s eyes narrowed to bare slits. “GET OFF OF THAT…!”

“And I am warning you, Boy! I will not see him dead because of prejudice!” Radegund motioned to Malodius. “Bear him back to Whitgate. We will catch up. Go on!”

“KNIGHTS! STOP THEM!” Arthur ordered. “Merlin…”

The knights formed up in a line. Formidable formation to be sure….

…except in the face of the barreling lion. Malodius harunged. Hang on, Merlin! Even at quarter-speed, he bowled straight through Leon, the horses, and the others akin to Bowling Ball and Victimized Pins at Alley’s End. Within a dozen heartbeats, he’d cleared everyone’s line of sight.

Mists swallowed them whole leaving but no trace….

****

Radegund shook her head. “I knew that would happen. You men refuse to learn.” Sarcastic…almost Amused…snort pressed through her nostrils. “Get your own horses up and see to your knights, Pendragon. I have had enough of your narrow outlook.” She looked about. “Sisters! Leave them the wagon and horses! Hrothswitha, ride with Elena. Britomart, I believe you should come with us.”

Britomart nodded. “Aye, Milady. Master Gaius can handle matters here. I can let Master Wyngate know upon our return.” She hooked her bag to the saddle. Then, she mounted her horse. She noted that two of the fallen knights still lay on the ground.

“No wonder Father does not trust you!” Arthur bellowed at the Amazons. “You side with creatures like that? You inspire my servant to revolt against me? You…”

Radegund shook her head. Annoyance lowered her voice’s timbre and tone. “Creature? Aye. The lion is a creature of magic. So are you, Arthur Pendragon. At least I can trust him. And you suppose I trust Uther? I need Uther and Camelot’s presence to counter Cawdor and Mercia. That does not mean I trust him or you! It is a balancing act. You have much to learn of politics. A great deal indeed!” Radegund pointed toward the knights. “Splint their legs and get them on the wagon. I am leaving that for you, Prince. I could take that, but I will not. On me, Sisters!” She spurred her horse. Within a half dozen heartbeats, she’d led them back up the road toward Whitgate.

Arthur scowled. “Father will not deal well with this.” He turned toward his knights. “How are we, Sir Leon?”

“Sire, Sir Mortimer can ride. Sir Andrew broke his leg falling from his horse.” Leon looked to Gaius. “Perhaps we can find some branches to splint the leg with?”

Gaius shook his head. “I would rather Sir Mortimer ride in the wagon with Sir Andrew. I want their leg injuries splinted and immobilized for the ride back. Wyngate and I can look at them again in his chambers. Prince Arthur?”

“Aye.” Arthur broke off a few big branches. “How are these, Gaius?”

“I believe they will work. Thank you, Prince Arthur.” Gaius offered a nod. He aligned branches on either side of Mortimer’s affected leg. Then, cloths secured the branches against it as well.

Arthur shook his head. There’s going to be Hell to pay, Merlin. I wish I could ignore this. Father definitely will not!

Repercussions indeed….

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Chapter 17 [Whitgate]

Merlin clung to Malodius’ mane. Stiffness and burning returned in his shoulder. Mists’ chill dimpled and reddened his skin. He bowed his head. I wish someone could have helped me into the wagon. I will never make it!

You are almost there, Emrys. Calm yourself, the goddess advised. In fact…

Warm breeze dispelled the mists. The air dried out. Sol’s afternoon light dazzled his eyes for a few of Hourglass’ sands. Cobblestones replaced grass and dirt. Whitgate’s plaza loomed all around them. Acrid odor hung heavily over all.

“Whitgate? We…we are back?” Merlin squinted all around at his surroundings. His stiff shoulder ached. Smoke reddened his eyes. “What? I…?”

Look in back of us, Merlin. Malodius whined low. He got down on the stones. Look well upon that spot. You could have been there.

Aye, Merlin. Do turn around. See what you are protecting! See how Camelot and Uther view magic! Kilgarrah sniped in over their shared link. For emphasis, he shook his foot and the binding shackle. You trust too much. You allow your friendship to blind you to Camelot’s excesses!

I know what they do. Merlin stepped off of Malodius’ back. “Thank you.” He forced his shoulder to move. “Wish this was not so stiff.”

At least you have an arm to move, Merlin! At least you are ALIVE! TURN AROUND! Kilgarrah admonished. You can smell it? The ash still on the wind? That is from what or rather from whom I am speaking of! TURN AROUND!

Dragon, enough. I agree. We can smell the horror. Turn, Merlin. Be strong, Malodius nudged at Merlin’s leg. (Yet Another) Pained Whine came from him.

Conscience bothered Merlin. Justifications attempted to offer rationale. Excuses sought to separate Loyalty from Complicity. Obligation swung toward Arthur. Guilt...oh aye, Reader…Guilt…that troubling very inconvenient thing… His legs remained rooted almost fixed in place.

Malodius’ eyes burned into his psyche.

Merlin forced himself to turn. Inch by inch, his brain strained against unwilling hips and legs. Denial clogged his nostrils. Still, he kept going with that….

…and then he stopped…. He looked…or rather he stared….

Stake’s carnage presented itself to him. Grey and white wood’s charred remains mixed with burnt hay. Finer ash remained in the pile’s center. Smoke reddened his eyes. Its taste parched his mouth. His good hand stifled coughs.

Horror and Revulsion unsteadied Merlin. Shock slapped him harder than any knight’s fist or backhand could manage in that heartbeat….

…Soot in his nostrils, Pain’s vibes all around….

…his healer, the woman who’d saved his life….

Aye, Merlin. That is what remains of Lady Reyna. She did NOTHING to deserve that! NOTHING! She did her duty to the goddess even to that point. Malodius bowed his head toward the stake. May she be at peace now.

Merlin bowed his head. Reyna’s sacrifice resonated across stones, on wind, and his senses. “She…died. They killed her…for saving me.” Memoria reminded him of Tom’s and Will’s deaths. He flexed his left arm.

Aye, Merlin. They killed her because she could not control her. They killed her because they thought she was you. Now, I believe you should understand. Perhaps now you might not be so trusting of the Young Pendragon or his sire? Kilgarrah groused.

Dull ache ground in the shoulder’s joint to counter his heart’s sharp pain.

Nimue showed me what Uther said. I…. Merlin rubbed his forehead. Denial attempted to shut the scene out. Still, he saw the evidence. He knew what was there. “Inside…Have to check on…everyone.”

“Merlin?” Ywain rushed down the stairs. “MERLIN? MALODIUS?” He came over to them. “Did they find you? Prince Arthur, Queen Radegund, Master Gaius, and the others? Nobody has seen you since the battle….”

Malodius purred. He rubbed up against Ywain’s leg and hip. He motioned toward Merlin.

“We were sent back here by Queen Radegund.” Merlin stood as straight as he could manage. Poker face concealed his shoulder’s pain. “I…I cannot believe…” He bowed his head once more.

“Aye. That travesty happened this morning. Poor woman. May the goddess bless her for her service. I would protect my own wife from such attitudes. Come. I am sure that King Rodor and your own King would like to see you.” Ywain saw Merlin’s jacket. “What? Your jacket, Merlin! My…!” His eyes bulged. “By the goddess! You..?” He pushed the jacket open.

Scar revealed itself to him.

Ywain stepped back. Calculations ran through his mind concerning that wound. Recognition linked Merlin’s scar to a sword. Memoria recalled such a blow to protect Kay. “Unbelievable! You…” Realization linked Merlin’s disappearance to Shalott’s events. He struggled to process everything to be honest.

The fact, however remained, a sword had nearly cleaved Merlin clean through. Circumstances and facts conspired to point at Merlin on many fronts.

Malodius drew closer to Merlin. Warning snarl escaped his snout.

“I do not mean to order, Sir Ywain, but….” Merlin pointed to the stake. “Can I see King Rodor? King Uther would throw me in the dungeon for sure.” Fear and Implications shook him up in that moment.

“For that? That is insanity itself! Of course, you should see the King! You are a hero, Merlin. Take it slowly. One step and a time.” Ywain put his arm under Merlin’s right shoulder. “I have you. Malodius, follow us please.” He guided Merlin up the stairs. “I believe Master Wyngate is in the throne chamber with King Rodor, Princess Mithian, and the others.”

“I am a servant, Sir Ywain. You should not….” Merlin started. Conspicuousness forced him to look around.

“Let them look. Come along. I believe secrecy is in order. Aye?” Ywain guided him into the citadel.

Merlin nodded. His emotional lodestones eased just a little.

Audience awaited….

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Chapter 18 [Rodor’s Throne Chamber—A Quarter of an Hourglass Turn Earlier]

Rodor stalked into the throne chamber. Events continued to spiral out of control. Reyna’s ordeal sickened him to say the least. Protests and Counter Protests signaled factional splits within the nobility. Kay’s hardliner stance burdened him still further. Uther’s proposal on Arthur’s behalf infuriated him still further. Aredian’s behavior pushed him to Patience’s very limits. Merlin’s continued absence concerned him.

Behind him, Mithian, Kay, Blumenwald, Wyngate, Uther, Accolon, and two other elder, white-bearded men followed him into the chamber. Concerns and issues weighed on each of their minds. Individual agendas shaped their respective outlooks. Aims and objectives steered discussions one-on-one or in groups.

The knight on duty outside shut the door behind them.

“Thank you all for joining me. I do not have to tell you that it has been a difficult day.” Rodor sat down on his throne. He rubbed his forehead. “Daughter, you saw to what I asked you to do?”

Mithian nodded to him. “Aye, Father. I gathered the ashes myself. The urn is under guard. Matilda and two other Amazons watch over it. Lady Elaine and I will spend time together this afternoon.”

“I will go as well. She needs our condolences and support not her father’s bullying,” Morgana chimed in.

“Morgana…” Uther shook his head. “Count Bernard does what is necessary. He will keep his daughter’s issues in check.”

“Issues?” Rodor narrowed his eyes. “Her magic is part of her heritage. It is who she is. Count Bernard would poison her with those blasted mushrooms. I agree with Lady Morgana.” He stewed on that point.

“The mushrooms are a valid treatment for controlling such matters, King Rodor.” Wyngate bowed to the throne. Concern over Elaine’s outburst overruled Rodor’s objections. “Count Bernard is her father, Sire.”

“He is correct, Father. She cannot even keep from being a nuisance. Imagine what she might do after what happened earlier?” Kay took a mouthful from his goblet.

Mithian narrowed her eyes. Restraint and Mask of State maintained her composure. What happened? WE MURDERED HER MOTHER! OF COURSE, SHE IS UPSET! Her teeth ground.

“Lady Elaine does not have bad intentions, my Son. She needs guidance and compassion.” Rodor shook his head. “Look to Princess Mithian’s and Lady Morgana’s example. Surely, I do not have to remind you about such matters? It has not been so long since our beloved Queen Taene passed through the Veil.” Disapproval glinted in his eyes.

“Nay, Sire. I remember well.” Resentment smoldered within Kay’s heart. “Surely, however, even accidents can prove harmful? We….”

“With respect, Sire, if I may?” Mithian took a composing breath. “I have complete faith in Lady Elaine. Are you afraid of a few rose petals? I am most certainly not. Are you, Lady Morgana?” Sarcasm raised her eyebrow and lilted her tone.

“I believe I am up for the pleasant scent, Princess Mithian.” Morgana stifled a cough with her fist.

“Such stunts are hardly a laughing matter, Morgana. We must be vigilant. The girl must be kept in check lest she hurts someone.” Uther narrowed his eyes. Sympathy toward magic grated on his nerves. “I should not have to remind you of such accidents or those who claim to be having accidents?”

Accolon shook his head on that note. Gratitude for his father’s absence lightened his heart. Lady, forgive me. I should not wish harm on my own father. I am glad that he is not here to support Uther in his prejudice. That poor girl does not deserve such spite!

“King Uther, I respect that the Lady Morgana is your ward. I would not come between you both.” Rodor gulped from his goblet. “However, we are not Camelot in how we deal with such things. This is still Nemeth. I am King here not you. Frankly, given our most recent experience, I’d cast doubt on your ability or competency to judge such matters.” He placed his hand on Mithian’s forearm. An ever so subtle shake of his head reinforced her own sense of restraint.

Uther stiffened. Outrage frothed inside of himself over Rodor’s challenge. “I believe I am very qualified to make such a claim! A sorceress killed my wife out of spite! I am not going to allow any such thing! Your father-in-law was a sorcerer, Rodor! I can say similar things about you. It is a very good thing we dealt with that sorcerer from the battlefield! She caused such destruction and stopped the battle by herself. Such power cannot be trusted!”

“HOW DARE YOU??” Rodor jumped out of his throne. “NEMETH’S STANCE ON SORCERY HAS STOOD FOR GENERATIONS! MY FATHER AND GRANDFATHER FELT THE SAME WAY AS I DO! I DO NOT PLACE SUCH PRICES ON MY NEIGHBORS FOR ASSISTANCE! EVEN NOW, YOU STIR REVOLT WITHIN THESE BORDERS! YOUR BILE AND PREJUDICE SICKEN ME!”

“Without Camelot, you would not have your throne! So ungrateful!” Uther snapped.

“Without Lady Reyna, we would not have OUR thrones! Queen Radegund, King Ruthbert, Prince Accolon, Prince Arthur, or you for that matter. And you speak to me of gratitude?” Rodor chortled. “I heard the tale about Queen Igraine’s lamentable passing. As you know, she and Queen Taene were close friends. The sorceress that you slander, Priestess Nimue, told me her version. You wanted a son. I am well aware that Queen Igraine, unfortunately, was barren. Nimue warned you about the spell’s consequences. You had to have a son. Against her better judgement, Nimue cast the spell. The child was born. The universe, however, has a balance. A death for a life. You have Prince Arthur. You lost your Queen. Ever since, your bloodlust has continued. Look at this morning! Lady Reyna did not have a mean bone in her body! She used her magic to HEAL and BENEFIT Nemeth! Even this morning, she forgave you. And still, you cast aspersions! Still, you look down on her daughter!”

Shock stifled the chamber. Several heartbeats passed with nary a sound. Nerves buzzed about in each person.

“LIES!” Uther bellowed.

“Why would I lie, Uther? Our queens were best friends. You did not believe Master Gaius when he told you the truth. Remember? Queen Igraine, over your objections, came here for a second opinion! Master Wyngate? Please refresh King Uther’s memory please?” Rodor sucked in a deep breath. Regret ate at him over this smearing.

“Sire….” Wyngate cringed. Uther’s white-hot glare seared into his psyche. His throat cleared. “Qu…Queen Igraine was barren. She could not conceive. Master Gaius and I both looked at her.” He bowed to Uther. “I only speak the truth as a physician. No more, no less.”

Uther scowled. “Arthur is not a product of magic! This is slander! This is what happens when you believe a witch!”

“Nimue had no reason to lie here. Even if she was being less than truthful, how did Igraine conceive much less carry Prince Arthur to term?” Rodor took a draught from his goblet. “I am not going to let you rip my kingdom apart as you did Tintagel a generation ago. Out of respect for Prince Accolon and Lady Morgana, I will not go any farther than that. I will say, however, that Lady Reyna would have approved of their engagement and marriage. Between them, they can reunify Tintagel once and for all.”

“That is our hope as well, King Rodor. Thank you.” Accolon nodded toward the throne. Respect prompted him to do the same for Uther as well. He held back his own views of the Purge. His eyes met Morgana’s and then Mithian’s. Then, Merlin’s and Malodius’ respective auras registered on his senses. Merlin? He has been found?

Knocking came from the door. “SIRE! PARDON ME!” Ywain called.

One of the guard knights opened the door. “Sire! Prince and Princess! It is the missing servant, Merlin! He has been found!”

Rodor waved to usher the newcomers inside.

Diversion granted…

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Chapter 19

“Merlin? He survived?” Relief lightened Morgana’s mood. Rather than Uther’s bullying session, Merlin’s return brightened matters.

“Aye! He has, Lady!” Ywain bowed to both Kings. Then, he hustled back into the passage. “Easy now, Merlin. Slow steps.” He and Malodius watched Merlin shuffled with labored steps into the chamber.

“Master Wyngate, perhaps we should have Merlin go to your chamber?” Mithian turned to Rodor. “Sire? Look at him!” Grimace contorted her face. Compassion weighed on her heart. What hit him?

“Indeed. And he shall, Daughter.” Rodor descended from the dais. “Merlin? Seeing you is an answer to a prayer. We feared you were dead.” He set his hand on Merlin’s forearm. “Nemeth and the Five Kingdoms owes you a great deal.”

Merlin grunted. Effort guided him into a bow. “King Rodor, thank you. Prince Accolon, Princess Mithian, Prince Kay.” He turned to Uther. “Sire.”

Acknowledgement forced Uther to nod. Displeasure kept the smile from his face. Rather he restrained his displeasure until later. “Indeed. You did a great deal. Prince Arthur and Gaius were troubled. Did he find you out there?”

“Aye, Sire. He and I saw each other. He and Queen Radegund are on their way back here.” Merlin averted his eyes. Despite the lack of a response, Uther’s tone conveyed his meaning. Arthur and Gaius are troubled but not him? Morgana showed concern. I am going to get sacked. Maybe that will be the only thing. Condolences for Reyna remained on his personal back burner for that point in time.

Uther sniffed. “You rode ahead? Truly so? Prince Arthur’s horse would have brought you here much faster. Certainly in a more natural manner.” Disdain glared at Malodius.

Rodor stroked his friend’s head and mane. “Malodius can outrun a horse. He is a loyal servant, Uther. Kilgarrah is a loyal friend as well. We owe them and Merlin a great deal. I owe Kilgarrah and his rider life debts. So do several other kings. None of them are prizes to be kept caged.”

“Great deal? Father!” Kay shook his head.

“Silence!” Rodor raised his hand. “This is still my throne chamber and kingdom! Kilgarrah’s, Malodius’, and now, Merlin’s service have been or will be noted downstairs in the Hall of Heroes. Once again, Uther, your entrapment of the Great Dragon is crass and immoral!”

“Life debts?” Uther sniffed at that point. “Fighting with such magic is for fools! That creature is fortunate that I did not kill it! If I had my way, it and that lion would both be dead and buried!” Uther shook his head. “I have had enough! My entourage and I will leave at First Light. The boy should go with your healer to be examined. I wish for him to be ready to serve alongside the others tonight. Morgana, make sure you are not taking their viewpoints too seriously. King Ruthbert would be most displeased by this whole matter.” His eyes met Accolon’s and then Merlin’s again. “Most displeased.” He turned and stormed out of the chamber.

Accolon bowed his head. Restraint kept his response to himself. “Pardon, King Rodor and Milady, for involving you. I…”

“Prince Accolon, you said nothing. I assure you. If your father chides Lady Morgana or you, I will support you both. You held back and did not insult my court. You both choose your responses wisely. That is what diplomacy is about.” Rodor nodded to the new couple. “I wish to speak with Prince Kay and Princess Mithian in private. Everyone else, you may go. Master Wyngate, please see to Merlin?”

“Aye, Sire.” Wyngate bowed to Rodor and then toward the dais. “I will see to Merlin’s condition. I know Master Gaius would like that as well. Come along, Merlin.”

“Thank you, Sire.” Merlin bowed. Then, he followed Wyngate from the chamber. I will be in that chamber. Gwen cannot do it all by herself. Besides, I can put Uther in a better mood.

Rodor watched as Ywain, Accolon, Morgana and the Royal Council followed them from the chamber. Ywain pulled the chamber door shut behind them. “Thank you for staying, my Children and Lord Blumenwald. I will keep this short.”

“Father?” Mithian stood up. Concern raised an eyebrow.

“Mithian, let Father speak. Let him get out what he has to say.” Kay shook her off. Rodor’s impertinence toward Uther, Ruthbert, and the Royal Council sat ill with him. Personal viewpoint clashed with his father’s to put it mildly. His suggestion to Uther about the marital alliance ran aground on the previous night. His own chess moves sought to position Nemeth alongside Camelot and Tintagel when his own time came.

Blumenwald maintained his silence. His quill scratched out a few notes. Kay’s attitude grated on him. He turned toward Rodor.

Rodor nodded. “Mithian shows concern for the situation and me, Kay. That is something you can do as well.” He ascended the dais and sat back down on his throne. “Not everything comes down to calculations and deliberate moves. Sometimes, the best thing to say in a situation is nothing at all. I admit I lost my temper just now. Still, given King Uther’s crass betrayal of our hospitality, something needed to be said. Did you see the Royal Council just now? Even Master Wyngate? They looked to King Uther. Frankly, they all but celebrated Lady Reyna’s death this morning. Even Count Bernard acts in a most distasteful fashion.” He sniffed.

Kay bowed his head. “Father, perhaps King Uther might have a point? We cannot trust sorcerers. Look at that man on the battlefield….”

“How do you know about that man, Kay?” Mithian cut him off. “Does he not deserve a hearing? Especially given that he saved our kingdom and most of Britannia through his actions? He deserves our praise and gratitude not suspicion. How can you justify Kings Uther and Ruthbert looking down on Malodius and the Great Dragon? All they do is serve. Did you see how King Uther looked at Merlin just now? Merlin can barely stand up! You heard Queen Radegund! Look at that shield and sword over there!’’ She pointed toward the cracked shield and sword. “Pardon me, Sire.” She nodded and sat back down.

“You made my points for me, Mithian. Kay, listen well to your sister. Take heed as well of Prince Accolon. Note how he kept his own counsel. He maintains his resolve. He understands what it means to rule over a divided kingdom. A generation ago, King Uther did the same thing in Tintagel that he is doing here. His father is not so insightful. Pity because I respect King Ruthbert in most regards. You, on the other hand, lack Prince Accolon’s resolve. Do not think I miss how you align yourself with the hardliners on the Royal Council. I hope you did not suggest the marriage between your sister and Prince Arthur.” Rodor rubbed his forehead. “This makes my decision easier.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I am sending you to Gaul. King Bors wishes good knights at his court. Besides, Prince Bors and you get along very well. While he does not follow the Old Religion, he does believe in tolerance and co-existence. He has many lessons that he can teach you, Son. You are to leave day after tomorrow.”

“Father, what if something happens? You know Mithian cannot inherit! Now that the truth about our heritage is known, do you think they’d accept her even if she is married?” Kay bit his lip. Protests sought to push back against Rodor’s decisions in that regard.

“Kay? Did you really suggest that to King Uther?” Mithian set her jaw. “Especially after what happened this morning, do you think I would agree to marry Prince Arthur? I would NEVER!” She slapped her throne’s armrest. “FATHER DOES THAT! NOT HIM! NOT ME!”

Disdain rolled Kay’s eyes. “Father, you allow her too much! She should be….”

“Be…like what?” Rodor raised an eyebrow. “Like your mother? Like Lady Reyna? Like Queen Radegund? They could all think circles around you and those others. I would place Queen Igraine and Queen Annis in that group as well. They have sharp minds and keen wit. Mithian learns those lessons. Unlike you, she watches. She listens.” He turned to her. “I lament her misfortunes on the marriage market. Still, there is someone out there for her. I have a few such men in mind. When the right one comes, Mithian and I will have that discussion. Pity that Prince Accolon was not that one. Still, he and Lady Morgana’s marriage will bring peace to Tintagel at long last.”

“And that servant? What of him?” Kay spat. “He thinks he’s Prince Arthur’s special councilor! He goes out and fights like a knight? Really?”

“Look at the shield and sword next to you, Kay. I think that speaks well enough to his presence out there.” She pointed toward the battered items. “Do you think that sleeve tore itself off?”

“Maybe if he would act like a typical servant, he would not have such accidents? BAH!!” Kay shook his head. “Sire, Mithian, I have packing to do. Until dinner then.” He bowed to them. Then, he walked out of the chamber and into the passage. Resentment brewed within himself.

Rodor watched his son’s departure. Wish wanted Kay to accept the diplomatic envoy/apprenticeship as intended. Still, he knew Kay viewed it as an exile/banishment. Hardliners had gained too much influence on his thinking. He exhaled a sharp breath.

“Is Kay really ashamed of Mother? What did she do to him?” She narrowed her eyes at the door. She struggled to understand Kay’s mindset.

“He listens to the wrong counsel, Daughter. I fear for him and you both. Come. Lord Blumenwald and I have documents to see to. You and Lady Morgana have Lady Elaine to console.” Rodor led them out of the throne chamber and toward the royal apartments.

Treason, rebellion, and civil war come from such competing claims….

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Chapter 20 [Physician’s Chambers]

Merlin followed Wyngate into his main chamber. His eyes surveyed the area. Personal library held perhaps a third of Gaius’ collection. Two worn tables held a few glass apparatuses. Three cots sat in their respective corners. A door lay open to another chamber beyond that one. Further examination revealed four post bed and polished desk.

Questions abounded for sure….

Gaius talks about Wyngate as if he’s a great physician. He does not seem like it. Merlin rubbed his left shoulder. Despite Casualties’ numbers in the courtyard, nary a patient could be seen. “It almost feels like home.” He forced a smile onto his face for his host’s sake.

“Gaius and I have our differences, Merlin. Still, I know he’d want me to look at you myself. He was riding with the Prince. Did he see you?” Wyngate patted the cot with his hand. He noted Merlin’s passing glance by his inner chambers.

“Aye. He did.” Merlin eased off his torn coat. “The shoulder’s stiff.” He climbed onto the designated cot.

“I imagine it is. Gaius has told me about your adventures at Prince Arthur’s side, Merlin. For the life of me, I do not understand how you manage to get through them without a scratch. Up until now that is.” Wyngate considered the scar. “Amazing! This scar runs clean across your upper chest and the shoulder itself! How you still have your arm is beyond medical comprehension! My word!” He ran his finger along its smooth extent. “And it is healed like this after a mere few days? This is the work of magic!”

Merlin nodded. “Lady Reyna, I guess, was helping me in some back room. She started to heal me. Then, they brought someone else into a room nearby. I heard her being dragged off. Then, I blacked out. When I woke up, Britomart and an Amazon were sitting with me. I was in bed.”

“Aye…Lady Reyna….” Wyngate shook his head. “I am glad she could help you. Not all healers are as thorough I fear.” He picked Merlin’s left arm up. “It still looks stiff. Judging by how you appear to be walking, I would avoid strenuous labor.” Questions and details bugged him despite Merlin’s account. He recognized a heavy broadsword’s wound. The coat and scar backed that theory. Bernard mentioned only one patient at the manor house. Merlin? Is he the hooded man? That conclusion threatened to blow his mind.

The close calls…the miraculous escapes…all because of…magic?

Does the boy have magic? Wyngate filed a mental note to himself. Gaius evaded such inquires with almost too much experience. Memoria recalled Gaius’ previous time as a priest before the Purge. Could it be he still dabbled in such things? We should have keep Aredian here!

“King Uther and Prince Arthur are not going to give me a choice.” Merlin twirled his left arm around in a slow circle. Labored motion completed itself. Still, Effort pushed his endurance. “Maybe I can rest on the ride home.”

“I am sure Gaius will tell King Uther and Prince Arthur what I am about to tell you.” Wyngate shook his head. “Nay. I know your shoulder is healing exceptionally well. I will advise King Uther and King Rodor to have you stay behind. I am sure Gaius will support my findings in that regard. King Rodor will be delighted to have you stay as a guest, I am sure.”

Knocking came from the door.

“Who could that be?” Wyngate turned and made his way toward the door. He glanced back at Merlin a few times. “Can you get your jacket back on? Pardon me, Merlin.” Then, he opened it expecting another patient or demanding official. “Princess Mithian?”

“Aye, Master Wyngate. Pardon us. Lady Morgana and I wondered about Merlin. Might we come in?” Mithian glanced at Morgana.

“Prince Accolon sends his regards as well. He will catch up with us at dinner,” Morgana looked over Wyngate’s right shoulder and into the chamber. “Merlin! You are on your feet.”

“I am. Have to get ready for tonight. King Uther and Prince Merlin expect me there. Gwen should not have to take on everything. I cannot expect Britomart to take on my share of the service.” Merlin kept a straight face. Stiffness and Pain’s slight twinges jabbed at him.

“Britomart will not allow you to undo your healing, Merlin.” Mithian cleared her throat. Her eyebrow arched at him. “King Rodor is prepared to have you stay here until your arm can handle a horseback ride. Besides, there is that other fellow. What is his name?” bed her She rubbed her chin. “Pardon. He does fill the goblets and loves his polishing overly much.”

“George.” Merlin pulled his coat closed. “Prince Arthur will make me do it. He cannot stand George.” He made himself stand up straight. “King Uther could barely look at me in the throne chamber.” He put his hands up. “With respect, I am not criticizing him.” A pronounced wince contorted his face.

Morgana sniffed. “Merlin, look at you. You can barely raise your left arm. How will you even carry a wine pitcher much less pour into goblets? Then, there is the meal service.” Her hand stifled a cough. “Prince Accolon can have one of his servants take your place.”

“There are servants here who can fill your role, Merlin.” Mithian folded her arms across her chest. “King Rodor will appreciate your willingness to serve. He would not want you to permanently injure yourself.”

“I want to serve.” Merlin exhaled a sharp breath. “I have to prove to King Uther that I am not….” He braced himself against the wall.

“Prove what?” Skepticism sharpened Morgana’s tone. “Merlin, do not be what Arthur is always calling you. Do not be an idiot! We know that you do plenty.” She pointed at his arm. “I may not know exactly what happened at Shalott. Queen Radegund has said how you fought alongside the Amazons. You stood up to a Cawdorian knight. Arthur is beside himself that you did what you always do. You just…” Her eyes rolled (yet again). “Whatever Arthur tells you to do or Gaius tells you to do or whoever tells you to do just goes in one ear and out the other! Uther, I think, learned from the poisoned chalice.”

“Poisoned chalice?” Mithian’s eyebrow arched ever higher. Intrigue held her attention. “You…drank from a poisoned chalice?”

“King Bayard…you know? There was a matched set of goblets presented by him to Uther at the court. I heard from a serving girl from within his court that the goblet was poisoned. Arthur was about to drink from it. I stepped in between them. Bayard wanted me dead. Uther was about to give me to him. I had to drink from the chalice. I did and nearly died. Arthur nearly died getting me the cure.” Merlin shook his head. “It was not King Bayard in that case. The serving girl wasn’t really a serving girl. She was the Priestess Nimue. She got me to drink from it so she could get to Arthur.”

Morgana coughed. “Oh, I should say you caused quite an incident! Bayard and his courtiers were in Uther’s dungeon. Camelot and Mercia stood at the point of war. Everyone practically stood guard by your bedside. Uther banned Arthur from leaving Camelot. Arthur had to leave to save you. He found the mortius flower. Uther put him in the dungeon and crushed the flower. Gwen got the flower to Gaius and saved your life, Merlin.” She shook her head.

“I would not let Arthur drink from it, Morgana,” Merlin reiterated.

“Oh, I know you too well. That was another case in point.” Morgana exhaled a deep breath. “Well, I suppose if you are going to insist on doing that service, we should get you back to your quarters.”

“His new quarters. I believe Merlin merits an improvement in his quarters. King Rodor would agree. Perhaps he might manage some rest beforehand? Master Wyngate, perhaps you might speak with Master Gaius, Prince Arthur, and King Uther about Merlin’s condition?” Mithian eyed Merlin’s shoulder. “Perhaps he is but a servant now. Pity. King Rodor would not allow such deeds to go unrewarded. Interest sparked within her. Intrigue considered Merlin’s potential riddle in her mind.

“New quarters?” Merlin stiffened. Comfortable bed and better clothes would improve his standing. Deeper sleep would heal his shoulder faster. Still, Mithian’s interest needled him slightly. Restraint kept his eyes averted. Still, her presence stirred other feelings. Memoria recalled Arthur’s lecture about class boundaries and such.

“Aye, Merlin. I believe you merit a better chamber and bed for yourself. Certainly, a hero deserves better than a cot. Would you not say, Lady Morgana?” Mithian supposed.

“Aye. King Uther will not agree. I think it is a good idea.” A smirk creased Morgana’s face. “Merlin is used to the ground or a small bed. Be careful, Lady, you are spinning his head.” Teasing jabbed at Merlin.

It’s a class thing. I am grateful for a bed at all. Gaius provides as best as he can for us. King Uther does grant a roof and a job. Those are good things.” Merlin stretched his arm. “Prince Arthur should be back soon.”

“You can rest for a while, Merlin. Princess, can you see to that please? I do not want him hurting himself again. Master Gaius will want him to take it easy. I have heard enough stories from him about you to know better.” Wyngate handed Merlin a small bottle. “Rub some of this on before you join the others for the dinner service. It will help with the stiffness. Remember, no heavy lifting.”

Morgana quirked an eyebrow. “It seems they know you already, Merlin.”

Merlin shook his head. Arthur would demand to speak with him shortly. “Thank you. I hope Gaius gets back with the Prince and Queen Radegund before then.”

“Meantime, you are going to rest. I might lock you in there to make sure.” Mithian looked at him yet again. “Merlin, if you hurt yourself again, King Rodor will not be pleased. You saw how King Uther was in that chamber. He is not happy with you as it is. For some reason, you lack common sense in that regard.” Despite Class Distinction’s barriers, warmth spread over herself.

Morgana’s smirk spread all the more. “She seems to know you already, Merlin.”

Merlin let his reply go. Some things just could not be responded to….

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Chapter 21 [An Hourglass and a Half Later—Outside of the Citadel]

Radegund dismounted in front of the citadel. Disgust burned at her over Arthur’s attitude in regards to Merlin. Even when the Boy-Prince shows concern, he ruins it with hatred and impatience! Does he not understand how fortunate Merlin is? That young man should be dead! And to have his arm still as well? The goddess works miracles. “Dismount, Sisters! Be alert!” She patted her horse’s flank. Her eyes met the other Amazons’ around her.

Matilda waved to them. “My Queen!” She descended the stairs in rapid yet controlled strides. She bowed to Radegund. “Tension brews within the citadel.”

A dark frown twisted at Radegund’s mouth. “Uther has no idea what his malice does. Those who oppose Rodor’s policies?”

“Aye. Those men talk. The son sides with them,” Matilda reported.

“Another one like the Young Pendragon? At least Prince Arthur respects his sire in public anyhow. This land is like a forest during the dry season. Their revolt could set it all ablaze. That demon, Aredian, could do that on his own. Meantime, Elena and our sister in spirit, Britomart, did their work well.” Radegund pointed out Elena and Britomart getting off the horses in question.

“The boy, Merlin, brought about reaction in the throne chamber. Several of the court’s men did not like their own lion-creature. King Uther is not pleased. He would push the boy to the breaking point.” Matilda shook her head.

“I gathered as much. Not that Merlin would stop serving that Boy-Prince in any event. I commend him for his sense of duty. It may kill him yet.” Radegund turned back toward the two healers. “Thank you, Britomart, for your service. I am sure King Rodor and Princess Mithian await you? I would like a favor as you do so. Can you keep an eye on the boy, Merlin? I fear his masters may push him beyond his endurance tonight. Speak with your King and Princess first. I would not come between you and them.”

“King Rodor and Milady would ask me to do the same, Queen Radegund. I will. Pardon me. I have to change my clothes and prepare for that meal’s service. I will see you in there?” Britomart curtseyed. Then, she hustled up the stairs and into the citadel.

Pity. I’d ask Rodor for her service for the tribe as well. She would make a fine warrior. Radegund saw Elena bow to her. “Elena, you heard my request of Britomart? I would ask you to do the same, Sister. You know the signs and what to look for. I will be in there with you.”

“Aye, my Queen. Perhaps Gaius might support us as well?” Elena bit her lip. Merlin will kill himself yet in there. She heard the Camelot contingent’s hoof beats echoing up from the Lower Town. “They come. I should prepare as well.” She bowed.

“Aye. You should. My thanks.” Radegund motioned toward the door. “I will deal with the Prince and Camelot’s knights.” She turned back toward the arch. “Matilda, we will not start a fight here. There is enough sorrow today.” Her eyes flitted ever so briefly toward Stake’s remnants. She walked out a dozen steps onto the cobblestones. How odd. Rodor of Nemeth is usually not so lax with his security.”

“With respect, Sir Ywain is right inside the doors, my Queen,” Matilda pointed out.

“I stand corrected then.” Radegund nodded to her. She ascertained Arthur, Gaius, and the remaining knights riding toward them. “It took them long enough. The wagon and Gaius must have slowed them. Steady, Sisters!” She watched the party come to a stop. “Prince Arthur, we have waited for you.”

Arthur shook his head. “Queen Radegund.” He nodded to her. Respect and Diplomacy urged restraint in that instance. “At least the trail was clear. Thank you for…seeing to that.”

“You are most welcome. We should work together on such matters.” Radegund started up the stairs. “Dinner, I believe, will be soon. We should wash before we eat. Until dinner then.” She turned and headed into the citadel. She spied Ywain watching from inside the door. “Sir Ywain I believe?”

“Aye, Queen Radegund. Thank you for your assistance.” Ywain bowed to her. “I saw you and your sisters arrive. The Prince and his knights are outside right now.”

“They are. I pray they do not seek more mischief. By the way, how is Lady Laudine? Is she well?” She glanced back out the door again. Camelot’s mood set her own on edge. She paid attention to Ywain but kept her own guard up as well.

“She is. Thank you, Lady. She sends her greetings from the Fountain.” He mulled over his next visit in that regard. With the brewing trouble, that may be a while yet!

“I appreciate that. She is a fine woman, Sir Ywain. Be sure to regard her as much. Visits are a good thing after all.” Radegund looked him right in the eye. Then, she walked past and toward her quarters.

I hope Laudine understands. As soon as possible, I should ask for time to go and see her. Ywain mulled over such things. Details for later to be sure. At the moment, Security dominated his thoughts. He noticed Arthur and Gaius entering the area. “Prince Arthur? Master Gaius?” He bowed to them.

“Ah, Ywain! Has there been word? My servant, Merlin, and that lion beast rode off. We tried to stop them but that thing went right through our numbers.” Arthur’s eyes narrowed. He knew Ywain rode with Malodius. Frankly, however, he did not care to be honest. He’d wanted to talk with Merlin. Defiance of Princes and royal orders were not something he took lying down to be honest. He’d talk with Uther as well before approaching Rodor or Mithian.

Restraint and Resolve held Ywain’s peace. Arthur’s insults toward his friend stung. Still, Protocol demanded he turn the other cheek. He ground his teeth. “Thing, Sire? Oh, you mean Malodius? He follows King Rodor’s orders and his own instincts. I do my duty. So does he. I would not say any more than that. If you will excuse me? I have my rounds.” Ywain bowed again. “Master Gaius, I believe Master Wyngate took Merlin to the Physician’s Chambers? Did you need directions up there?”

“Thank you, Sir Ywain. I know the way.” Gaius watched Ywain leave. He detected Arthur’s and Uther’s combined fuses burning at a considerable rate. I wish they could have left this morning. Wyngate can provide a place for me to sleep. Merlin will require extra time to heal before he can travel. Moreover, Arthur’s attitude and Ywain’s nervousness confirmed his thinking in that regard. “Sire? I would see Wyngate about Merlin. If that is all right?”

“Aye. Of course. Tell Merlin I expect him at the dinner. I have had my fill of George overfilling wine goblets!” Arthur’s eyes rolled on that thought. “I should change and see the King first.” He headed up the stairs and toward the guest chambers. He watched Ywain pass by Leon and the other knights and head back outside. He cares for that thing? Really? He shook his head on that note.

Gaius shook his head. Tension practically crackled in the air. Answers and an update would hopefully be waiting in the Physician’s Chambers.

Changes, however, was afoot as we shall see….

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Chapter 22 [Merlin’s Bedchamber—A Sixth of the Hourglass Later]

Merlin inspected himself in a full-length mirror. Blue-gray shirt, clean pants, and a borrowed coat allowed him a measure of Routine’s support. He straightened his alternate neckerchief. Wyngate’s remedy cream smelled of its herbal components. Stubble had fallen to borrowed dagger’s edge. “At least I do not have to walk in with those torn and bloody clothes.” He raised his arms over his head.

The left shoulder slowed its motion in that regard….

My arm still is not healed. I thought that spell would handle it. He pressed his right hand up against his left shoulder. He ground his teeth. Canary flashed through his eyes. Magic passed through his hand and into the shoulder. His shoulder eased but still remained hampered. I will just have to try and take it easy. I wish Arthur could have George do it tonight. He cleared his throat. “Guess it’s no time like the present.” He patted his coat pocket where the lilacs from Reyna’s garden rested therein. He walked to the door. He eased it open and jumped back.

“Merlin? So, it is true! You are here!” Gwen looked past him and into the guest chamber. “We had not heard anything until a few hours ago.” She put her hand on his arm. “You have no idea how worried we all have been!” She embraced him. “Morgana let me know what was going on. I am glad to see you on your feet.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” Crimson flushed across Merlin’s cheeks. He returned her hug with one of his own. “Guess the battle got more intense than we all figured? At least Queen Radegund gave me a shield. I had a sword. Their healer and Britomart helped me.” He stepped out into the passage. “Glad to see you are all right. I saw Arthur earlier.” Grimace twisted his face for emphasis. “You know me. He and the King are waiting. I think we have all have seen enough of George.”

Her eyes rolled at him. “You have no idea. The Prince was ready to throw him out a window two days ago!” Her eyes drifted toward his left shoulder. “I cannot believe you still have your arm. There is no way. Yet there it is.” She raised an eyebrow.

“It was really close but well…you know?” Merlin shrugged again. Cheeky grin attempted to deflect her investigation. “I’m just tough. Survived worse than that. I need to take it slow.”

She nodded. “I suppose so. Just do not kill yourself, Merlin. All right? Everyone cares. Prince Arthur does too.” She stopped herself at the mention of her Prince’s name. Concern and Warmth had drawn her toward Merlin’s chamber. For this…his first full year and a little more of Merlin’s time in Camelot…his manner and charm attracted her. Friendship bounced over certain lines where he’d been concerned….

…then Ealdor and their stand for Merlin’s neighbors came along…

…then Arthur gained her attention…

It is not like I can be with a Prince! I am just a servant. Get over that thinking! Besides, I will probably go with Morgana to Tintagel. Father is dead. Elyan could be anywhere. She looked around the chamber. “I never expected you to stay in a place like this! Quite a step up!”

Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. Guess you save the baggage here and people take notice?” Teasing prompted a smirk for her benefit. “At least there is no ‘idiot’ or ‘cabbage head’ here.”

“Merlin, the Prince cares. Gaius cares. You have a lot of friends in Camelot!” Disbelief, however, numbed her thinking at Noble Class chamber. Four post bed dominated a corner. Tapestries adorned two walls. Sol shone in through a large window. Plush carpet lay across the floor. Desk and chair sat against the remaining wall. “It seems you have friends here as well. Have to say that I am impressed!”

“You know me. I just get on everyone’s nerves and stir up trouble.” Cheeky humor jabbed at himself. Embarrassment deepened his blushing. Ostentatiousness unsettled him to be honest. He’d rather his former servant’s lodgings several floors beneath their feet to be honest.

“Merlin…” She shook her head at him. Once again, his manner eased her mood. Still, matters remained on her mind. “I wanted to warn you. Morgana and her fiancé overheard the King earlier. To say he is not happy with you is an understatement.” She looked around. “At least that lion is not around.” She bit her lip.

“Lion? You mean Malodius?” Merlin looked around the passage. “Sir Ywain told me about him. He is scary at first. He did get me to that healing place…wherever that was.”

“Merlin! That thing is a creature of magic!” Her eyes went wide. “What has gotten into you? You above all should know better! Maybe it is a good thing we are going back to Camelot at First Light. I mean no offense to King Rodor or Princess Mithian. They are too forgiving of sorcerers and those creatures.”

“Lady Reyna did save my life, Gwen.” Merlin pointed to his shoulder. “That is how I still have my arm apparently. I almost died because of it. Guess there is some good in it? I do not know. Right now, I just want to get back to serving Arthur before he hurts George.”

Gwen narrowed her eyes at him. This new outlook confused her to say the least. He knows magic is evil. Maybe Father’s death and Lady Reyna’s execution are making him think through some things? Magic did help us in Ealdor. It also has hurt us in Camelot. She made a mental note to herself and filed it away for future thinking. “Aye. There is that. Arthur threatened to polish him if he overfills one more goblet. He might have you work with him.”

“Me?” Scoff spurted from Merlin’s mouth on that note. “George will not accept that. He looks down on me like pig slop. It might be fun.” Consideration drew up a list of tasks. “He can muck out the stables and dump the chamber pots.”

“Merlin, you know Prince Arthur wants George on the other end of the kingdom never mind the citadel. I cannot believe everything is changing. Prince Arthur and you are going back to Camelot.” She frowned. “Morgana is engaged. I am going to Tintagel with her.”

“If Master Wyngate gets his way, I will be staying here for a while.” Merlin pointed at his shoulder. “Riding on the lion was bad enough. The wagon was hard. Let’s see how I handle tonight first.” He shut the door behind them. “Gaius would be staying here with me as well.”

“Merlin, given how things are, you might have to deal with it. You were in that throne chamber with the King, Morgana and Prince Accolon. You know better than I do!” Gwen surveyed their surroundings. “Their hospitality seems very nice. Still, they do not agree with the King either. Anyhow, you are right. We should be heading toward the dining chamber.” Her hand stifled a cough. “After you, your lordship?”

“Gwen.” Merlin cringed. “I am still me. I just have this really nasty scar. Maybe I have to deal with the Prat too.”

“Stop! You do not know who is listening!” She slapped his arm. “Come on!”

Kitchen and Dining Hall awaited. Other Rubicons as well….

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Chapter 23 [Dining Hall—Half of an Hourglass Turn Afterwards]

Britomart walked around the table. Place settings, floor’s cleanliness, and arrangements met with her approval. Mithian’s directive urged her to double down on usual standards. Elena and she checked on Radegund’s meal. She’d sent Gwen to get Merlin. Gaius and she talked about Merlin…

Merlin…

I cannot question King Uther and Prince Arthur but *why* can they *not* understand that Merlin should not be doing this? He is lucky to still have his left arm intact! If not for Malodius and that magic mist, he would still be out there in the woods. I just hope he makes it through this dinner. Then, Masters Gaius and Wyngate can push him back to his chambers.

“Britomart? Everything looks great!” Merlin efforted himself into the chamber. He watched Gwen walk over toward the wine and water pitchers. “Michael said you had already brought the King’s and Prince’s food up here.”

“Merlin, I am trying to keep your exertion to a minimum.” Britomart rubbed her forehead. “Pardon me. I watched you almost die two days ago. I do not want a repeat issue here.” She saw Gaius meandering toward them. “I think Master Gaius wants to talk with you.”

“Indeed! Merlin!” Gaius grabbed onto Merlin. “What happened? We were going to bring you back and you vanished.”

“Malodius and I were swallowed up in that magic mist. Next thing I knew, we were in the plaza outside.” Merlin returned the embrace. His left shoulder balked at being pressed against Gaius’ chest. “Master Wyngate was able to look at me.”

“Aye. He told me that he gave you some herbal liniment for your shoulder. Frankly, Merlin, I agree with Britomart and him. I am sure the Amazon healer, Elena, would say the same. Do not think I missed your reaction when your shoulder squeezed up against me.” Gaius looked Merlin over. “I am telling the King that you need to stay here until you are strong enough to travel.”

“Gaius! Arthur needs me! The King…” Merlin started.

The Eyebrow raised. “Perhaps some time will allow King Uther to cool off. Your disappearance did not help matters. I heard how you showed up with Sir Ywain’s lion earlier today. Your arm’s wondrous healing involves magic. None of this helps us.” Grim expression deepened the frown and furrowed his brow further (if that was possible). “The court is in a state of transition frankly. Did Gwen tell you?”

“Aye. She is going to Tintagel with Morgana and Accolon. It will be good for her. Her brother, Elyan, has not been in Camelot for years. Her father’s death is still painful for her. The King desires changes in Merlin.” Gaius shook his head. “I told you to be careful. Nemeth is grateful for what you did for Prince Kay. I hate to say this, but King Rodor tolerates magic. After what happened at Shalott, Uther will be more suspicious and alert than ever. It will be more challenging for us in Camelot.”

“Prince Arthur needs me, Gaius.” Merlin watched Bernard and Elaine enter the chamber. “I wish I could do more for Lady Elaine. That cannot be easy.”

“Merlin. Stay clear of them. I know you want to help. It is not a good idea.” Gaius rubbed the back of his neck. “We can talk later. I should get to my chair. You need to get ready to start serving.” He patted Merlin’s arm. “It is good to see you in one piece.” He started toward his place at the table.

More challenging? That is all we need! Deep sigh escaped Merlin’s lips. A tapping on the arm stirred his attention. He jumped.

“Do you always think so deeply, Merlin?” Mithian considered him. She’d changed into a powder-blue gown with a white waist strip and matching trim edging the skirt’s seam and cuffs. “Britomart spoke to you?”

“Aye, Princess. Thank you for lending me the jacket.” Merlin bowed to her. Shoulder’s jab took his breath for a heartbeat. “Pardon me. I…”

Surprise raised an eyebrow. Sniff pushed through her nostrils. “You are welcome. It looks better than the other one. And I believe you are allowed a few heartbeats to do one’s duty.” She caught his reaction as well. Doubt questioned his state of health at that point. “Merlin, Father and I agree with the others. If your shoulder bothers you, let Britomart or Elena know. We can have one of our servants take over for you.”

Merlin nodded. “Thank you. Prince Arthur and my King want me to do that. I appreciate your thinking of me. Pardon me.” He noted Arthur’s and Uther’s entrance. He bowed again. He made his way across the chamber toward Uther and Arthur. “Sire? Prince Arthur?” He pulled their chairs out. Then, he bowed.

“Thank you, Merlin.” Arthur took his seat. He glanced toward Uther. Their just-completed conversation remained very much in his mind. Merlin’s affinity toward Malodius raised eyebrows. The Amazons’, Accolon’s and now, Princess Mithian’s interest in Merlin prompted still more questions. “No wine?”

Merlin nodded. His eye bounced back and forth between Uther and Arthur. “I wanted to pour it fresh for you, Sire.” He filled a goblet and handed it to him. “I think you’d like that better.”

“Aye.” Arthur nodded. Relief eased his mindset. At least he didn’t have to watch not to slosh wine on his sleeve. He motioned toward Uther.

“Sire, wine or water tonight?” Merlin held up the pitcher.

“Wine will be fine.” Uther raised an eyebrow at Merlin’s shoulder and arm. “I still cannot believe you really took that wound. Incredible.” He watched Merlin pour out his goblet. “Impossible actually. You should be dead.”

“Supplies and treasures are important, Milord.” Merlin’s eye met Gaius’ across the room. He recognized Uther’s fishing expedition of course. “We have our duty.”

“Aye.” Uther conceded a nod on that front. “I certainly cannot fault you for that. There are reasons for my concern.” His eyes burned into Merlin’s. “We will speak on such matters. Now is not the time.” He cleared his throat. He noted reactions about the chamber. “I believe others are waiting.”

“Aye, Sire.” Merlin bowed again. Then, he set the wine pitcher back on its place. He is in a worse mood than we thought. Reasons for his concern? Thoughts of a possible Aredian ambush back in Camelot buffeted his thoughts. Gaius’ earlier words echoed in his mind.

“Thank you.” Arthur narrowed his eyes at his father. Do we need this now?

What was that about? Merlin did not say anything out of line. Suspicion darkened Gaius’ thinking in that regard. Worry distracted him. His eyes drifted toward Mithian. She seems very interested. Curious.

“Indeed not.” Rodor appeared at the chamber’s door with Accolon and Morgana. “I am glad everyone is here! We have a great deal to be thankful for.” He watched Respect’s prompting everyone to stand and greet him. “Sit and be welcome. Thank you.” Past and Current Issues remained buried in the very back of his mind. Cheer attempted to lighten the situation. “Count Bernard and Lady Elaine, again, my condolences.”

Bernard nodded but said nothing else. Counselors’ reports filled him in on previous events. He watched Merlin doing his service in the chamber. Suspicions darkened his mind as well. That had to be magic! I wonder if Rodor means to replace Prince Kay with that peasant? It would figure!

“Th…Thank you, Sire.” Elaine expressed. Sobs caught in her throat. She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. Shock numbed her. Everything seemed broken. Reality lay shattered akin to Dropped Dish against the stone floor. A small vial of Reyna’s ashes lay in her pocket. Willpower kept her hand from touching it lest Bernard take that from her too. Mushroom-Induced Nausea unsettled her stomach.

“You are most welcome.” Bernard’s attitude grated on Rodor. Still, for Elaine’s sake, he allowed it to pass. His eyes noted Kay’s empty chair at the front of the table. And he ignores my summons now? Really? He pressed on toward the front of the table. His eyes alighted on Merlin doing his work. Uther’s regard (or lack thereof) came across in crystal clear fashion. Merlin saves us all. He cannot even come forward. What a shame!

“Thank you, Sire.” Morgana nodded to Rodor and then to Uther. She waited for Merlin to pull their chairs out. “Wine please, Gwen? Thank you, Merlin.”

Merlin nodded. “Can I get you some wine, Prince Accolon?” He bowed to them.

“I would like that. Thank you, Merlin.” Accolon tapped his fingers on the table. Granted, he and Morgana prepared to leave two days hence for Tintagel. However, Sentiments troubled him about the citadel. Kay’s absence set off Alarm’s bells in his mind. Contingencies for Mithian and Rodor arose once more in his mind. He openly defies his father now? I know he is displeased over being sent to Gaul. He accepted the goblet from Merlin. “How is your arm?”

“It is stiff but all right, Prince Accolon. Thank you.” Merlin kept one eye on Uther. Nerves continued to flare within himself. “Congratulations once again to Lady Morgana and you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Accolon noted Bernard’s dirty look. “Something the matter, Count?”

“The servant talks more than he should. I do not recall him being a guest.” Disdain sniffed at Accolon and Merlin both. “BOY!” He banged his goblet on the table. He shook off Britomart’s attempt to serve him. “I want him! Let him know HIS PLACE!”

“COUNT BERNARD, ENOUGH!” Rodor glared at the recalcitrant count. “SHOW COURTESY! HE ONLY CONGRATULATED HIS LADY AND HER FIANCÈ! PRINCE ACCOLON SHOWED EQUAL COURTESY! Britomart, please serve Count Bernard. Merlin, I believe has his own duties.”

Mithian considered Merlin again. Pity moved her in that heartbeat. His forbearance impressed her. Complaints never crossed his lips. Can Do Attitude, on the other hand, kept him about Duty’s course. She discerned his shoulder’s issues. Uther’s attitude toward the developing matter troubled her. How does he deserve such treatment? Honestly! She shook her head at Bernard’s crassness.

“Pardon me.” Merlin bowed again to Accolon and Morgana. His eyes met Gwen’s. “Your Highness? I have something for the Lady Elaine. If I may?”

Gaius frowned. Merlin, be careful! The Eyebrow arched. He noted Uther’s and Bernard’s responses in that regard.

“Please! I would welcome something positive. Count Bernard, I know what it is. I approve.” Rodor motioned toward Elaine. His eyes met Bernard’s. Do not make a scene!

Elaine jerked her head up. Her eyes went wide.

“Thank you, Sire.” Merlin bowed to Rodor. Then, he made his way to Elaine. “Milady.” He bowed to her. “I found these on my way back here. I hear they’re your favorite.” He brought the lilacs out. “I hope they can comfort you, Lady Elaine.”

“For…me?” A surprised gasp escaped Elaine’s mouth. “Mother’s lilacs from the east woods! I…You thought of that? I heard about your arm. You nearly die and you still take the time for me?” She held her hands out.

“Aye. We should help each other.” Merlin set the cut flowers into Elaine’s hands. Then, he stepped back and bowed his head again. “Milady, I will pray for you.”

“Thank…thank you.” Gratitude lightened Elaine’s heart for a few heartbeats. Lilacs’ scent eased her mindset. She closed her eyes. Tears streaked her face. “Thank you, Sire and Princess.”

“Merlin is very helpful that way, Lady Elaine.” Arthur nodded at Merlin. The latter’s move eased tensions. His eyes drifted toward Gwen for a brief heartbeat. Lament sagged across his heart for Gwen’s impending departure.

“Too helpful.” Uther narrowed his eyes. Despite Good Intention, Merlin’s gesture grated on him. Reyna’s burning meant to impress certain lessons on Elaine. Anger smoldered within him.

“I do not appreciate my wife’s flowers being cut by the likes of you!” Bernard hissed. “Sire, you allow this?” He snatched the flowers away from Elaine. “This is thievery!” He shoved Merlin into the wall hard. “I will show you!”

Merlin tried to twist his left arm away. His afflicted shoulder met the wall flush. Impact shattered Spell’s effectiveness. “AH!” He grabbed the shoulder. Pain seared his arm, and body. He slumped toward the floor.

“MERLIN!” Britomart rushed toward him. She rolled him onto his back. “Easy.” She pulled his coat and shirt’s collar back. “Nay!” She bowed her head. “Master Gaius!”

Purple and Black Bruises formed anew in that place.

“The bruises form again! There could be internal bleeding! Master Gaius, can you help me? Sire? Milady?” Britomart looked to others around the table.

“My word!” Gaius hustled past Arthur and Uther toward Merlin’s side. Fears compounded upon one another over Spell’s recoil and Relapse’s consequences. “Merlin.”

“Gaius, do…don’t. Don’t get in trouble over me.” Merlin tried to get up.

“Just stay right there! Honestly!” Gaius looked toward Uther, Arthur, and then Rodor. “I agree with Britomart, King Rodor. The impact traumatized the wound once again.”

“Why, Father? He was just being nice!” Elaine buried her face in her handkerchief. Sobs choked off her voice.

“Leave the boy there.” Bernard scoffed. “You do not question me! Your mother knew what she did! Deal with that!”

“ENOUGH! AYE! I ALLOW IT! BERNARD, SILENCE!” Rodor slapped his hand on the table. He stood up. “Merlin was considerate of Lady Elaine’s feelings! He asked our permission since this is our table beforehand. Britomart?”

“The wound is getting worse. We should get him to Master Wyngate! With your leave.” Britomart bowed her head again.

“Of course! Whatever he needs!” Rodor got up from his place. “Please continue. I have lost my appetite.” He threw his napkin down beside the plate.

“Sire, I can go with Britomart. Perhaps I can oversee matters there? I am sure Britomart and Master Gaius can handle matters. I would like to watch over things for myself.” Mithian placed her hand on his.

“Go with them, Arthur.” Uther motioned toward Merlin.

“Aye, Sire.” Arthur nodded to him. “King Rodor?”

“Aye. I have our guests. That is a good point. Go with them.” Rodor walked back toward Merlin’s fallen form. “Foolishness!” He picked up the discarded flowers. “These are yours, Lady Elaine. A gesture such as that should be rewarded for its proper intent.”

“Thank you, Sire.” Elaine grasped the lilacs. She held them closely to her chest. Mother’s love warmed her in that heartbeat.

What was that about roads paved with good intentions?

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Chapter 24 [Kilgarrah’s Cave—Beneath Camelot’s Citadel]

Kilgarrah sulked on a spiked rock next to “Merlin’s Ledge”. Merlin’s pain beat on him through their shared link. Bernard’s assault infuriated him. Rodor’s attempted assistance did lift his spirits somewhat. The Pendragons are so *grateful*! Spite and Indignation burned and frothed inside of himself. His foot pulled against chain and manacle to no avail. Why can Merlin not see such things? He is so obsessed with the Prophecy!

The boy is loyal. It can be quite infuriating…. Misty wisps wafted from the citadel’s entrance. Slowly, they congealed into a pillar. Chill breeze blew from that patch.

“Mists here? I have not seen a priestess use such things in a generation at least!” Kilgarrah narrowed his eyes. “Show yourself!” Menace puffed smoke from his nostrils.

“All right. I shall indeed.” Nimue strode out into the cavern. “It is so good to be back!” She stretched her arms overhead. “So…you are down here. I wondered how Merlin knew about certain things.”

“Merlin is quite capable when he decides to focus.” Kilgarrah sized her up. “Uther trapped me here. I am afraid that there is not a great deal I can do for you unless you can free me. That has proven an issue.”

“Uther turns on magical beings when they no longer suit his purposes. He does that to Merlin as we speak. Even Gaius, for all of his betrayals, stands in danger.” The chain and manacle came into her view. Her eyes narrowed. “Uther never fails to disappoint or live down to certain standards. Certain things, however, must end. You are needed in Nemeth on this night. Perhaps you remember your old friend, Rodor?” She raised her eyebrow.

“I remember him! He was my comrade in battle! What of him? Perhaps the Witch Morgana has achieved her ends? What is your end?” Kilgarrah glared right at her.

“I am here on the goddess’ behalf, Dragon.” Snide almost sarcastic lilt of the eyebrow deflected Kilgarrah’s threat. “Our priest, Accolon, has proposed marriage to the Lady Morgana. She has accepted thereby affecting that possible future. Merlin, however….” She exhaled a deep breath. “Certain parties in Nemeth have attacked him. Once more, he lies dying. He needs your aid and that of another.”

“Dying?” Kilgarrah’s eyes narrowed to slits. Despite recent issues in their relationship, Kilgarrah understood Merlin’s importance in the greater scheme of things. “I thought he was healed.”

“My spell healed him. A worthless ingrate reinjured him. The Pendragons did nothing to stop the attack. Uther’s disapproval encouraged the other’s actions. I am here to request your aid. The goddess requires your promise. Leave Camelot to the goddess’ purposes. She will deal with these people in her own way. Perhaps your old friend, King Rodor, deserves your attention more?”

Kilgarrah gnashed his teeth. Betrayal and long imprisonment in that place festered Resentment’s bile within himself. Vengeance burned to rain fire down upon Camelot’s knights and Uther’s court. Obligation, however, pulled him toward his former comrades to the west. Conscience and Friendship beckoned for him to rise above such feelings….

…and he had the goddess’ vow…That he valued…

…Merlin’s life hung in the balance….

Kilgarrah bowed his head. “Very well. Free me! I will not harm these people! That I vow!” He considered the mists anew. “The shackle is immune to magic, I fear.”

“To magical attack. Manipulation is another matter.” Nimue stepped aside. “Come forth! He agrees!”

“So he does.” A light-skinned Arab woman floated onto the scene atop a magical carpet. Blue ornamental designs interwove into their white backdrop. Dark hair cascaded down her back. A head dress adorned her head save her face. Golden chain mail glittered in Luna’s beams. Emerald eyes looked him over. “Greetings, Dragon. I have heard of you.”

Kilgarrah shook his head. “I am sure you have. Your carpet is similar to an old comrade of mine. Khalil al-Abizz. He was from the other end of the Roman Sea. However, you reek of the Dragon Slayer Boeve of Hampton! Which one are you?” Sarcastic chuckle echoed through the cavern.

“Khalil was my ancestor. I am Josiane of Alexandria, Exiled Princess and rightful Sultana of Egypt. This indeed is the very carpet you just spoke of! Boeve is my beloved, Dragon. He and I argue about your kind. I try to convince him that there is good in you. Perhaps you can help me to prove him right? You spoke of Khalil. Do you remember his brother Ahmed? His talent?”

“You mean the elemental one? Aye! I do!” Kilgarrah lowered his head to look Josiane squarely in the eye. “That is not something lightly passed along.”

Josiane nodded. A lavender aura surrounded her. “I believe this should look familiar? For him, I do this.” She directed her carpet toward the chain’s anchor point with the cavern’s floor. Her finger touched the base.

Chain glowed in tune with her finger’s touch. Links and shackle shimmered. Metal flowed like water…because it now was….

Respect prompted a nod from Nimue. “It seems you have solved our issue. Remember, Dragon, the goddess has your word. I am sure Uther will love what comes next!” Snide grin spread across her face. “You do not have to hurt him. Just healing Merlin will be enough!”

“I remember.” Kilgarrah flexed his freed foot. “Thank you, Princess.”

“It is simply Josiane. And your name? Pardon but calling you ‘Dragon’ does not suit.” Josiane considered Kilgarrah once more. Her father’s and Uncle Mehmet’s renditions spoke of such creatures. “You were at Giza!”

“I was indeed. Then, for your family and against prejudice, we shall stand beside one another, Josiane. You may call me Kilgarrah. If you follow me, I will show you the way to Whitgate.” Kilgarrah turned to Nimue. “Shall we see you there?”

“What? And miss a chance to see Uther’s face when you land in the city?” Satisfaction danced in Nimue’s eyes. Her smirk, if possible, spread still further across her face. “Do not keep us waiting, Dragon. Merlin’s life depends on it. I go to forge a bond.” She stepped into the mists and vanished from view.

Kilgarrah flapped his wings. “It is but a short flight for us. Khalil flew such distances in half of the hourglass. Follow me!” He ascended higher and higher. Chain no longer mattered. Nothing held him back. Within a few heartbeats, he flew from the roof’s mouth and into Nocturne’s dark backdrop. His heart exulted. Stars and Luna glittered as if in greeting after too long apart.

Freedom sweetened his outlook.

Josiane followed his lead. Her carpet streaked toward him in short order. “Come! Before these fools ring their accursed bells!” She watched the first sentries spying them from their posts.

“I have given my word. Dragons do not lie.” Kilgarrah forced down Temptation’s and Vengeance’s respective urges. Obligation, on the other hand, received his full attention. Life Debts remained to be honored. Former companions and current ones need assistance. He streaked to the west.

“As you have said! I follow!” She tailed him. Nimue’s mission pressed her. She’d have an answer for Boeve’s situation as well. Then, there was this Merlin. She would hear more about him…

Freedom from some bonds…Binding with others….

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Chapter 25 [Nemeth—Physician’s Chambers, Citadel]

Shock waves reverberated through the citadel. Rulers’ and guests’ meal turned on its ear. Celebration forgotten. Prayers and Reverence took charge of minds and hearts.

Treatment sought. Desperation overwhelmed….

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Gaius examined Merlin’s shoulder and arm. Increased bruising purpled the afflicted area. Skin grew clammy and icy cold under his fingers. “Where is Wyngate? He knows better than this!”

“Father has knights looking for him, Master Gaius.” Mithian ran her hands through her hair. “Master Wyngate told him not to be there. Father and I asked him to take it easy.” She remained off to the side. “George could have worked with Britomart and Gwen.”

“I asked…I pleaded with him. Merlin does not know how to say nay!” Britomart drained pooled blood from his shoulder. “That one impact should not have undone the entire spell!”

“So, it was magic!” Arthur set his jaw. He could hear Uther’s ranting about that. “I told Merlin not to trust it! It is unreliable!” His mind turned back toward Ealdor. Once more, Memoria reminded him of Magic’s power. He witnessed anew Twister and Wind blowing battle apart there. He saw Earthquake and Storm doing the same at Shalott….

…his eyes turned to Merlin… What is his tie to all of this?

Britomart stiffened. “Elena and I did not heal him, Prince Arthur.” She let out a sharp breath. Mithian’s head shake stifled her further response.

“What do you mean? You both were with Merlin! You mean someone just cast a spell from some other place?” Arthur rubbed his forehead. “Father will not accept that. He….”

“With respect, Sire, the King will have to. Elena, Britomart, and Master Wyngate are more than competent as healers.” Gaius brushed his fingertips across Merlin’s shoulder and chest. “Merlin had no business serving in that chamber tonight. “King Rodor, Princess Mithian, the four of us including Wyngate—we all tried to stop Merlin. You know how he is! So how else did this happen? Somehow, the spell was cast on Merlin even if it wasn’t in that room. They did not use magic. Someone else did. I cannot say who it is.”

“Whoever it is, Master Gaius, they should be thanked not persecuted for their assistance!” Mithian stalked over to the bedside. “He sacrificed. He did his duty. I wish he had for chain mail.”

“I told him to stay out of the way. Merlin stumbles about battlefields. Somehow, he avoids the worst of it until that last battle.” Arthur tried to compose himself. Emotions unsettled him to say the least. Granted, Clumsiness’ fits infuriated him and the rest of the royal household. Still, Courage and Loyalty overwhelmed him. Knights remained hard pressed to duplicate such feats. Servants? Nay. Rarely if ever. His eyes moved toward Britomart. Of all servants, she’d match Merlin for such feats. Not many if any others could….

“Merlin is extremely loyal to you, Sire. Again, with respect, how do you think his mother feels? He just about gives me a heart attack every time he does something like that.” The Eyebrow raised Gaius’ hairline a couple of inches in response. “I do not know. I fear that we may have to amputate. Even so, I cannot see how he will survive.”

“Father does not care about Merlin other than as a servant. He will not stay longer than First Light.” Competing Priorities staged their tug of war inside of himself. On the one hand, Uther and Camelot demanded his loyalty first and foremost. However, Loyalty, Equality, and Merit demanded Merlin (and Gwen of course) receive their due consideration…Knights’ Code or not. Capability Laws demanded their elevation.

Uther scoffed at such things. Realities suited Political Means after all….

“King Rodor will care. Merlin did not breach the peace with his request. He had asked King Rodor for permission beforehand. We saw the King tell Merlin to go ahead. Merlin expressed his condolences. Lady Elaine loves the flowers. He will hold Count Bernard responsible for the breach of the peace.” Mithian took Merlin’s hand in her own. “How you do not raise him up to being a knight is beyond me.”

“Merlin? A knight? HAH!” Arthur scoffed off that notion. “Maybe a knight of the tavern or picking flowers! He trips over chamber pots!”

Mithian folded her arms across her chest. “I am serious! Prince Arthur, according to the Capability Laws, Merlin qualifies RIGHT NOW! He saved the baggage train including the treasures. I understand he saved your life to get the job. Morgana told me of the poisoned chalice.” Her own eyebrow arched. Eyes narrowed to slits. Rashness wanted to push Merlin’s real role in his face. Political Acumen and Experience, however, restrained her in that regard. “Those are three off the top of my head!” Admiration warmed her heart. “If he was a knight, I’d demand his freedom! I….”

Your heart has made its wish know, Mithian of Nemeth! And so shall it be! The goddess’ voice boomed through their minds.

“Milady! What…?” Instinct pushed Britomart closer to Mithian’s side. She looked about warily.

“Who was that? That does not sound like anyone in here!” Arthur drew his sword. He turned in a complete circle.

Gaius’ eyes went wide. He stiffened. “That voice…it has…it cannot be!” Denial pushed away Truth in that case. Years…decades…had passed. Memoria, however, had not forgotten her voice. “The triple goddess?”

Aye, Gaius! I have not forgotten! This is not your time. Mithian, for you, however, a choice has been made. If this one…Merlin…is to survive, yours is his tether.

Mithian tightened her grip on Merlin’s hand. “I will not fail. I….” Energy flowed into her. Tremors shook her body. I feel it! White glow surrounded her. For the first time in Generations’ passage, Magic awoke in Taene’s…and Grandfather Rhyfroth’s…line. Canary glowed in her eyes. “Beò! Is mise am Mithian agad! Is tusa mo Merlin…mo EMRYS! Tha sinn airson a chèile!” Effort pushed energies into the fallen Merlin. Amor pounded at his heart…once…twice…again.. “BEÒ!!!”

Merlin’s form glowed. Shoulder’s and Chest’s wounds closed anew. Bruises lightened and disappeared. Heartbeat picked up. Breath filled Lungs’ sails anew. Color returned to his cheeks. His eyes snapped open. “AHHH!!!!!”

“You made it! You are back! I…” Mithian sucked in deep breaths. She bowed her head. “I helped you. I did it!”

“You have magic!” Arthur stalked toward her. Other words beyond those failed him. Father’s words seared through his mind. Matters had to be dealt with. He reached for Mithian’s arm. Something would be done….

…except he could not move….

Nimue strutted from the shadows. Her eyes narrowed. Her head shook at the scene. “You have done enough, Boy!!”

Confrontation forthcoming….

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Chapter 26 [Council Chamber]

Kay stalked down the passage. Indignation and Fury boiled his blood. I have my priorities in order! I am looking toward the future! I make diplomatic alliances! I suggested a marriage for Mithian with Prince Arthur. We cannot trust those witches! King Uther is right about them! Father cannot see that? I may be related to them! That does not mean I have to favor what they do! And why do Father and Mithian fawn all over that servant? He is nothing! He noted the ajar door. Now what? He drew his sword. “Who’s there?” He peered inside.

“Prince Kay, come in and shut the door please.” Wyngate opened the door for him. “Lord Aethelred? Lord Wulfstan?” They bowed to Kay. “Are you sure this is secure?”

“Count Bernard and his daughter occupy the King and Princess Mithian in the banquet chamber. Prince Accolon’s betrothal and his issues with King Uther will keep eyes from here.” Aethelred pulled out Kay’s chair. “With respect, you should be there as well?”

“Father exiled me. I am to go to Gaul and learn from King Bors.” Kay shook his head. “He knows about the sentiment. He knows my feelings about matters. I mean he even favors that servant from Camelot!”

“That servant, Sire, did save your life out there.” Wyngate tapped his fingers on the table. Kay’s manner grated on him. Rashness served none of them well at that point. “You are the reason Merlin is like that. The boy should be dead.”

The others stared at him. Incredulity prompted them toward double takes. They struggled to wrap their head around Merlin’s heroics in that regard.

“According to Gaius, Merlin accompanies Prince Arthur and the knights into battle. He has saved the Prince’s life several times. That battle at Shalott was no exception, my Prince. Apparently, he tried to protect the rear baggage. He saw Meleagant of Cawdor come up behind you. He stepped between you both. He took the attack on your behalf. There is no way he should have survived much less still have his arm or serving in that chamber tonight,” Wyngate recounted for them.

“Sorcery! Unnatural!” Wulfstan spat on the floor. “Rodor favors such things. We have begged him to go with the law. Camelot sets the example! Put the superstition to rest! Count Bernard should be praised! And to waste such favors on a servant?” Disdain turned up his nose.

Aethelwald stifled a cough. “No worse than Prince Arthur talking to the Lady Morgana’s servant! I overheard them from the passage. So did you, my Prince! His servant told me they were very close to one another. That woman was talking to him as if they were equals!”

“Exactly what I mean! I went to King Uther and informed him of that! I suggested he talk to my father about a marriage between Prince Arthur and Princess Mithian. King Rodor’s thinking is addled! The Queen’s death unhinged him. You have all seen how Mithian has to prompt him? He cannot even see that King Uther and Aredian are more within the law than he is!” Kay shook his head. “He would let Mithian run our fortunes into the ground! She cannot inherit! He listens to Amazons! Father has married me off! I need to be here!”

“So bring her here, Prince Kay. She can rule at your side. Then, we can deal with your sister. Marry her off and silence her once and for all,” Wulfstan suggested.

“Not this one. Her father is one of King Bors’ favorites. Prince Kay, perhaps you should consider the benefits? You would have access to knights and retinue. Be patient. Allow matters to work for us.” Wyngate peered over his shoulder toward the door. Granted, Rodor’s outlook ground against his sensibilities as well. Political Savvy, however, prompted restraint.

“The Queen’s death has destabilized the King! Perhaps it is time. The Prince’s complaints have merit! King Uther can support us. Prince Accolon could add weight on his father’s behalf! Our allies are here now!” Aethelwald chimed in. “Lord Wulfstan has a point. We should approach King Uther before his departure. We…”

A knocking came from the door. “You…what?” Prince Accolon pushed the door open. “I believe I heard my name mentioned?” An eyebrow raised. “By the way, King Ruthbert would not only say nay to your proposal. He would put you in your place, my Lords. Milady? I believe you should take it from here?” He stepped aside adding Dramatic Bow for effect.

“Aye.” Amusement juxtaposed with Disgust on Radegund’s face. “So, Prince Kay, Treason is it? King Rodor grants you a most advantageous marriage and arrangement in Gaul. The servant, Merlin, saves your life and kingdom. This is how you repay them? Listen to me.” Her eyes narrowed. “Give yourself up. That goes for you three as well. Matilda! Elena!”

“Aye, my Queen?” Matilda strutted into the chamber. “Watch them, Elena. We have had enough sport for an evening!”

“May I put something forward, my Queen?” Elena requested. Anger burned within her over Ingratitude’s stench in that place. Loss and Resentment stabbed through her as well.

“As we discussed, Elena, aye. A debt must be acknowledged. You have permission to speak frankly.” Radegund nodded. “Listen well, Prince, to her words! She has paid in blood and pain! She is now a full healer-warrior. She sacrificed!” Her throat cleared.

Elena bowed. “Thank you, my Queen.” She collected herself. Then, she turned toward the table. “Prince Kay, you might thank me as well. I was there. Merlin took the blow. Another Cawdorian moved in on him and you. I dealt with that one. Merlin fights for his life anew. I am here for duty! I am here for my Queen and Sisters!” Tortured breath hissed through her teeth. Her heart twinged. “King Rodor is a kind and honored King! He sees our worth!”

“Well put, Elena and Matilda.” Radegund set her jaw. “You men do not want to listen? Listen to those words! Heed me well! Your swords. Do not make us fight you. We are more than four to you three.”

Malodius’ roar echoed up and down Passage’s extent outside on cue. He stuck his snout into the door for good measure. Snarl threatened the conspirators. Threat sparked from emerald eyes.

“That beast!” Aethelwald ground his teeth. A scowl twisted his mouth. His eyes narrowed. He threw his sword down on the floor. “Disgusting! Nemeth goes to Hades!”

“Accolon! You? You would side with my father? I cannot believe that!” Protest spurted from Kay’s mouth. He drew his sword. “I will deal with this woman first!” He stood from his chair. Challenge flared in his eyes.

“Elena! Matilda! Stand down.” Radegund drew her own sword. “You think you can take me, Boy Prince? Come then! Matilda did warn you. You owe Elena a life debt. You disparage them and me? You betray your sire and sister? I assure you that the servant has more worth than any of you!” She motioned. “You have insulted my honor and that of the Sisterhood.”

“Prince Kay, stop! You cannot stand against her! This is madness! We have gone too far!” Wyngate tried to intercede.

“Apologize, Sirrahs.” Accolon rolled his eyes at the coming display.

“Shut up, Accolon! Master Wyngate, you coward! I will deal with you too! Let Morgana be a widow! Then….” Kay feinted. His blade blurred in Torchlight’s flickering flame. It rammed right through Radegund’s chest. Then, he pushed sword and Radegund away. “HA! THERE!”

“Queen Radegund!” Accolon stared. Horror and Shock widened his eyes. Diplomatic crisis seemed to compound itself. Crime on top of crime. Incident upon incident.

“Wait. Watch, Prince Accolon.” Matilda raised her hand. “My Queen?”

“Let the wench die with those last words!” Triumph crowed in Kay’s voice. “I will….”

Radegund narrowed her eyes. Her hands grasped the sword’s hilt. “Aye, Matilda.” She eased the sword out of her chest. As point withdrew, wound blurred and resealed itself. No Scar, Blood, or Trace remained in its wake. “Take this, Sister.” She handed Kay’s sword to Matilda. “The legend, as you can see, is true. No man can kill me. Pity. I know King Bors looked forward to you being at his court. You should have listened to Prince Accolon, Boy Prince.” Her hand seized Kay’s forearm. “MOVE!”

“Master Wyngate, please.” Elena shook her head at him. Disappointment weighed on her heart and mind over the elder physician’s betrayal as well. “Just come along with us.”

“Aye.” Wyngate handed his dagger to Elena hilt first. “It is over. I will come peacefully. Lord Wulfstan, do it.”

“Wulfstan threw his sword toward Matilda. “I cannot believe this!”

“Believe, Traitor!” Radegund yanked Kay from the chamber and into the passage.

Malodius jerked. Magical energies slammed into him. He bowed to Accolon and Radegund. Then, he sprinted toward stairs and Physician’s Chambers.

“The creature has gone daft!” Aethelwald moved with Matilda’s sword point in his bank. He shook his head.

“Sir Ywain tells me he does not do so often.” Accolon rubbed his forehead. “Come along.” He led Wulfstan toward the dining chamber.

Plot uncovered and dealt with….

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Chapter 27 [Dining Hall]

Rodor drank from his goblet. Celebration had long soured. Thoughts and prayers remained upstairs with Merlin. “My apologies for the display.” He set the goblet down on the high table. “I do hope Merlin will not lose his arm.”

“I wish the boy had listened to Prince Arthur! We had enough capable knights on the battlefield!” Uther gulped down a few more mouthfuls. He narrowed his eyes. He had his fill of Nemeth and its hospitality. Aredian’s dismissal and Rodor’s attitude infuriated him. Merlin’s actions over their time there left him with little choice. The boy would be dealt with in short order….

…side with magical creatures and sorcery. Pay the price….

“With respect, King Uther. The boy bled all over my guest chamber. Bad enough my wife used magic on the field. Then, she got herself caught helping a servant? Really?” Bernard rubbed the back of his neck. “If you ask me, he is the cause of this morning’s events.”

“Father? How could Merlin do that? He was…hurt. He….” Elaine lifted her head. Bloodshot eyes pressed into his. Tears’ dried salty trails pulled at her cheeks. “He could be dying up there.” Greenish pallor stained her face. “He is so nice! Mother only helped him! She never…!”

Bernard sneered at her. “I would never expect the likes of you to understand! Simple brat!” He pushed her in the chest and against the wall. “SHUT UP ALREADY!!”

“COUNT BERNARD, ENOUGH!” Rodor smacked the table.

“If I may say so, I quite agree! Despite her condition, she is still your daughter, Count Bernard!” Uther turned toward him.

Elaine leaned forward. Nausea rocked her stomach. Her lips tightened but to no avail. She grabbed her goblet. Within a heartbeat, her vomit filled it. Stinking spray spewed all over her and Bernard. “AHHH!!! Sorry…mush…rooms…make me…sick!”

“Pardon me, Sire, King Rodor.” Gaius got up and hustled over to Elaine’s side. “Good grief!” He’d objected to Wyngate’s near-toxic dose of mushrooms. “Calm yourself, Lady Elaine. It will be all right.” He shook his head. “Count Bernard, I told Master Wyngate and you that this might happen.”

“Truly so?” Gaius’ revelation stunned Rodor to say the least. Wyngate’s knowledge and acumen stood head and shoulders above all save Gaius himself. Instinct and Experience taught all to trust in Nemeth’s chief physician. Yet, Elaine sat in discomfort. “Count Bernard?”

“Sire, I will not have her accidents around the estate! I….” Bernard scowled at Gaius. “Ahh! She’s better off!"

"She is suffering from toxic mushroom poisoning!” Gaius shook his head. “I say! We have to get her upstairs immediately. Gwen, I need some water please.”

“Take this.” Morgana offered her water cup to Gwen. “What is with the mushrooms? What do they do?”

Rodor stewed. “They are for suppressing magical abilities, Lady Morgana.” He set his jaw. “Master Gaius, is there a treatment?”

“Aye, King Rodor.” Gaius turned to Rodor. “Fortunately, the dose today was the first one for Lady Elaine. If I may, I could prescribe some ginger to settle her stomach.” He shook his head. “Her body is rejecting it.”

“You heard Master Wyngate! She will tolerate it after a while!” Bernard pressed. “AHH!!” He swiped at the air between them. “Just go already! Better dealing with her throwing up than being a witch!”

Morgana got up and rushed over to Elaine’s side. Merlin saves our lives. Still, you criticize him? And to let Lady Elaine suffer like this? She bowed her head. Disgust ate at her over Bernard’s treatment of Elaine. How can he be allowed to act like that? Surely, even Uther would see that as a father? “Gwen, can you fill my goblet with water and bring it here please?”

“Aye, Milady.” Gwen refilled Morgana’s goblet. Nerves ate at her. She scurried over to Morgana’s side. “There!” She handed the goblet to Morgana. “Is there anything else we can do, Gaius?”

“We need to get her to Master Wyngate.” Gaius rasped a sharp breath. He noted hives across her hands and arms. Greenish Discharge flowed from under her fingernails.

“Ma…Master Gaius, help…help me….” Elaine spasmed and trembled. “Thirsty…so thirsty…”

“I have some water right here.” Morgana offered the goblet. Getting a nod from Gaius, she set the goblet against Elaine’s lips. “Just drink, Lady Elaine. It will be all right.”

“Th…Thank you.” Elaine gulped down the water. “Sire, pardon me. I ruin…ruined your dinner.”

“You did no such thing, Lady Elaine. I will have words with Master Wyngate over this matter.” Rodor rubbed his forehead. “How could this happen? Master Wyngate knows such things!”

“He does, Sire. Count Bernard, however, insisted on giving her more than the recommended dose. She cannot tolerate it. Even a lesser dose would not work now.” Gaius bowed to Rodor. He glanced toward Uther. Healer’s duty ran up against Political Acumen.

“Gaius, if she has magic, it has to be suppressed at any cost!” Uther insisted.

“Even if it kills her, Sire?” Morgana nodded to him. Desperation looked to Elaine, Uther, and then Rodor. “My lords, Gwen and I can bring her if that is all right?”

“Morgana…” Uther started to disagree.

“I am sorry, Uther. Lady Morgana, I normally do not care to come between another King and his subjects. In this case, however, Master Gaius is the medical authority here. I wish for to follow his prescribed treatment regimen and….”

“King Rodor! Pardon us, Milord!” Accolon stood at the door. “We have a situation!”

“I believe we know that, Prince Accolon.” Rodor pointed to Elaine. “Can you help Lady Elaine to the Physician’s Chamber? Lady Elaine has toxic mushroom poisoning.”

“Go with them, Prince Accolon.” Radegund dragged Kay in. “Sisters, bring in the conspirators!”

Matilda, Elena, and three other Amazons pushed Aethelwald, Wyngate, and Wulfstan into the chamber as well.

“Conspirators?” Rodor stood up. He stared at the accused quartet. Disbelief confounded his thinking.

Just when it seemed things could not get any worse….

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Chapter 28

Radegund narrowed her eyes at Kay. “Do you plan to tell your King about your crimes, Prince Kay? Or shall I? Elena, go with Prince Accolon. Lady Elaine has suffered enough today. Even now, misdeeds pile upon misdeeds! Gaius, I trust you can help her?”

“With your permission, Sire? King Rodor?” Gaius bowed to both rulers.

“Go on.” Uther narrowed his eyes at Bernard and the others. Kay’s miscalculations created a bigger mess for both kingdoms. He agreed with the conspirators. Timing, however, remained less than desired on all accounts. George’s report of Arthur’s conversation with Gwen disturbed him. Kay’s suggestion seemed to offer an opening. He would get Arthur a proper wedding. Ambition lusted after Gedref and Nemeth. He’d stamp out sorcery in Nemeth.

Miscalculations and bungling, however, exposed such maneuvers. Popular unrest ruined any chance of acceptance. Rodor’s exile of Kay sent another signal. Failed Coup provided Coup de Grace.

“Aye, Sire. Thank you. Prince Accolon, pardon me. I could use your help.” Gaius assisted Elaine to her feet. “Can you walk, Milady?”

“I…I can. Thank you.” Elaine offered but a whisper and weak nod. She staggered a couple of steps. “I…make a scene. D…Do not trouble yourselves…over me. Not worth it.”

“Do not worry about that.” Elena slipped Elaine’s right arm over her shoulders. “Prince? Can you get the other side?”

“Aye. We will return, King Rodor. Prince Kay and the others conspired against you.” Accolon nodded toward the table’s head. “I will explain later. Queen Radegund was there as well. Malodius?”

The lion stomped into the chamber. He bowed to Rodor. Then, he lowered himself to the stone floor. A purr escaped his snout.

“Keep her away from that thing!” Bernard glared at Malodius. He stepped between the trio and him. Hate burned in his eyes. “You will not….”

“Go on, Prince Accolon.” Radegund stared Bernard down. “Your King has told them to take the lady for treatment. You fail as a father and a subject as well?” Disdain arched an eyebrow. Snort pressed from her nostrils.

“I concur.” Rodor shook his head at Bernard. He watched Accolon and Elena help Elaine onto Malodius’ back. The quartet followed Gaius from the chamber. “This has been a truly infamous day! Oh, the shame! My friend! My most trusted advisors! My own son! Lord Blumenwald!”

“Aye, Sire!” Blumenwald stopped Quill’s scratching across Vellum’s surface. His eyes watched about the chamber. Disappointment sagged on his spirits as well. Betrayal tainted much of the royal court. Who will govern besides King Rodor and Princess Mithian? I know Prince Kay was unhappy but to betray his father?

“Make sure we record this moment.” Rodor motioned toward the accused men. “Lords Wulfstan and Aethelwald, Master Wyngate, and Prince Kay, you stand accused of treason. I will deal with you formally in court. I will speak to you however now. Words cannot express my disappointment and sorrow in each of you. For now, Prince Kay, you are confined to your chambers until further notice. Lords Aethelwald and Wulfstan…Master Wyngate, you are to spend time in the dungeon.”

“Sire! Count Bernard conspired with us as well!” Wulfstan pointed at Bernard.

Bernard ground his teeth. He shook his head. “YOU COWARDS! CAN YOU NOT GET ANYTHING RIGHT?”

Anger streaked Rodor’s face in Crimson’s darkest shades. “And you as well, Count Bernard? Bad enough you poisoned your own daughter! BAD ENOUGH you betrayed your wife! Now, you betray Nemeth as well? Join the others in the dungeon! We will speak as well! You had best pray that Lady Elaine survives this ordeal! That goes for you as well, Master Wyngate! Master Gaius and Elena work to heal her. Pray hard!” Uncharacteristic Fury brought his fist down on the table. He wheeled around on Uther. He clenched his fist. Calming breaths held him back. “Lady Morgana, Guinevere, I need a word with Queen Radegund, Prince Kay, and King Uther. Pardon me. I shall have one of the guards escort you back to your chambers.”

“Aye, Your Highness.” Gwen bowed to Rodor and Uther. Is this what Prince Arthur deals with? She bit her lip. Frankly, Uther’s smoldering eyes and attitude unsettled her.

“Thank you, King Rodor. Sire.” Morgana nodded to them both. “Come along, Gwen.” A wary glance advised her to clear out. “Queen Radegund.” She nodded to the Amazon Queen as well.

“Thank you, Sister. Be strong.” Radegund nodded in turn to Morgana as well. “Wyglif! Escort Lady Morgana and Guinevere to their quarters. Be alert.”

“Aye, my Queen!” A tan skinned blonde woman tapped her hand against her chest. She guided Gwen and Morgana from the chamber. “Shall I close the door?”

“Aye. You have my thanks. Take care, Sister.” Radegund watched them depart. “I can have these…men…taken to your dungeon, King Rodor.”

Rodor held up his hand. “Nay…not yet. Thank you however.” He sucked in another deep breath. “Truly this is a day! Betrayal seems to be the theme of this fortnight.” He set his jaw. “There are things we will talk about in your hearing, Sirrahs. There are several matters which have violated the peace. One of them, I admit, I will live with until my dying day. There is Lady Elaine’s condition. Count Bernard, how I wish you would have seen the error of your ways. Master Wyngate, there are laws protecting sorcerers from such abuses.”

Uther took a draught from his goblet. Abuses indeed! Restraint held his reply back. Still, he’d order Gaius to do the exact thing to anyone in Camelot. “Who protects us from sorcerers, King Rodor? We must be vigilant. Their evil is everywhere. Their abuses of power must be dealt with.”

“Oh? Abuses of power? You mean like yours?” Rodor shook his head. “Nay. There is vigilance. There is also oppression! That is oppression! The Sorcerers’ Code, just as with the Knights’ Code, keeps them in check. I speak not just as a King but as a father as well! You are a father! We have to balance the two sides! Thanks to you in part, I will have to do that now.” He pointed at Kay. “His eyes met Uther’s. “I gather you two spoke? I set my own policies, Uther. I would never try to negotiate with Prince Arthur behind your back.” A pained sigh escaped his lips. “Rest assured, Queen Radegund, I would not go to Matilda or another of the Amazons to undermine you.”

“I know that, King Rodor. That is what pains me about the Prince’s actions.” Radegund eyed Uther. “There is unrest in your land. Hatred stirs it. There are those who look to your example, Uther of Camelot. We see it in this chamber.” She pointed at her chest. “You see the hole? That is from his sword! He tried to murder me!”

“I challenged you! That was in fair combat!” Kay scowled.

“SILENCE!” Rodor barked at Kay. Indignity seethed in his face. “She is a Queen! She merits your respect! I have taught you better than to raise arms against a monarch. Have I not? What Cawdor and Mercia do is their concern. I have taught you better! She caught you in an act of sedition against me! She acted in my behalf. Did you go to King Uther with the proposal for Princess Mithian’s hand?”

Kay ground his teeth. “I…did. Sire! Nemeth needs that! She will never get married! We….”

Uther cleared his throat. “King Rodor has a point, Prince Kay. Whether I agree or not, I would never allow Prince Arthur or anyone else in Camelot to undermine my own policy. I will deal with my servant who spoke to you. I believed you were bringing the proposal to me in good faith. And now, you would involve me in a coup?”

“And you did not think your actions instigate that? I know that these men’s thinking aligns with yours about sorcery! Count Bernard sacrificed his wife! He was willing to sacrifice his daughter! Prince Kay sought to urge an alliance between our kingdoms! Princess Mithian has earned the right to choose her suitor. Nor would I talk with Prince Bors about his father either. Yet you do not show me the same regard! You take advantage of our mutual danger! I lament your fallen knights. Still, you shame them with your schemes!”

“HOW DARE YOU?” Uther bellowed. He leapt from his seat.

“NAY! HOW DARE YOU?” Rodor held up his hand. “THIS IS NEMETH! NOT CAMELOT! This is not the first time you pressed your weight here in Nemeth! Our friend, Sir Balinor, fled lest your threat came to pass.”

Uther scoffed. “Rubbish! He was a Dragon Lord! You give them too much regard! No matter! His beast is chained. Balinor is no further threat. I have exterminated every other one.”

“You would brag about such things!” Disgust curled Radegund’s lip. She restrained herself. A nod let Rodor know to keep going with his point.

Rodor nodded in return. “Your actions set a precedent! I owe Kilgarrah a life debt. I regard him for his service. There are others who feel the same. They would be horrified if they knew the truth.” Rodor raised an eyebrow. “This is why I do not trust you or Camelot. I appreciate your aid and sacrifice. Ambition, however, can overwhelm common sense. Master Wyngate betrayed his oaths as physician, counselor, and subject. Besides, I know of other things. I know how you used a sword forged from the Dragon’s breath! I know of the circumstances behind Prince Arthur’s birth! Situational Ethics destabilize the political landscape. Another dark day is to come.”

Uther nodded. “I keep certain things from sorcerers! Occasionally such things have their uses. I know you are not this naïve.”

“Oh, such as a healer healing your servant? Or Malodius assisting said servant into the chamber?” Rodor flicked an eyebrow at Uther. “I am well aware of what I am doing. You might learn some gratitude as well. Merlin has earned my regard in several ways. Pity you talk of him as you do. I know what I would do with such servants.”

Uther discerned Rodor’s interest in mid-lecture. His host’s statement about a King and Subject would apply to such sentiments as well. Circumstance, however, presented a method of solving multiple problems at once. Reyna’s execution still justified itself (to him at least). Aredian’s priorities aligned with his own. “I had considered the boy an ally until now. Still, I would have a more conventional servant around Prince Arthur. The girl, Guinevere, is accompanying Lady Morgana to Tintagel. Very well. I grant Merlin to you to serve as you see fit, Rodor. His outlook would serve you far better than Camelot.”

“Thank you. Indeed, Merlin shall serve Nemeth well. Queen Radegund, Lord Blumenwald, you are witnesses to Uther’s grant.” Rodor motioned toward Blumenwald. “Have that drafted. I would sign that before Camelot’s departure on the morrow.”

“Aye, Sire. It shall be ready by Dawn.” Blumenwald bowed to Rodor. “King Uther?”

“Aye. Thank you. I will sign and seal it as well.” Uther relaxed. Granted, Bile and Disgust still ate at him over this situation. Objectives, however, came to fruition. Arthur’s new servant would conform. Proper guidance would keep Arthur on Uther’s desired track….

…Kay’s disgrace reminded him of such things…

“One day, I hope to see Kilgarrah freed from that cave. I pray that happens.” Rodor sucked in a deep breath. “Queen Radegund, I believe these men are ready for the dungeon. Prince Kay is under chamber arrest until I am ready for him. That will be all.”

“Sire! SIRE!” Kay struggled against the Amazons pulling him from the chamber.

“Come with us, Count.” Matilda yanked Bernard to his feet. “You will not be abusing your daughter any longer! My Queen?”

“Take him to the dungeon with the others. King Rodor will deal with them.” Radegund nodded. “I go to see about the servant, Merlin. King Rodor?”

“Aye. I would go as well. I hope Master Gaius will be able to deal with that news.” Rodor stalked out of the chamber.

Blumenwald noted the events. Documents awaited his quill. Turning points awaited reaching.

Warning Bells signaled Alarm from without….

Changes were happening….

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Chapter 29 [A/N: Happy Fourth of July!]
[Physician’s Chambers—A Quarter Hourglass Turn Earlier]

Nimue slipped into view. Snide glint sparked in her eyes. Amusement spread her smirk still further across her face. Her spell held Arthur motionless. Consideration discerned Mithian’s new state of affairs. “Most unexpected! I knew of your blood ties to Rhyfroth, Princess Mithian. I am impressed!” Respect prompted a nod. “Now, if Merlin can only pay attention.” Snort pushed through her nose.

“Pay attention to what? I know how important Princess Mithian is! I am Prince Arthur’s man though!” Merlin efforted himself into a sitting position. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Still stiff.” Instinct moved his left arm to support himself with barely an effort at all….

…to little effort especially after recent wounds….

Needless to say, Shock and Wonder left most everyone aghast….

“What?” Merlin shifted his weight back to his right side. He discerned the questions in everyone’s eyes. “I wish I knew.” He noted Nimue watching him in turn. “Maybe you might know?”

“I would like to know as well, Priestess.” Britomart hustled to Merlin’s side. She examined his left shoulder and arm. “I do not believe it! You are healed!”

“Britomart, whatever happened just now, it took care of everything. Maybe Nimue did something?” Merlin shook his head. Plausibility seemed to support that theory. He glanced at Mithian.

“At least you remember what I did before. Thank you, Merlin.” Indignant sniff escaped from Nimue’s nostrils. “Because you posed your question respectfully, I will tell you.” She motioned toward Merlin. “Three spells were cast. Sister Reyna’s efforts kept Merlin alive. They should have healed him if not for Camelot’s interference.” Pointed Glare stabbed at Arthur for emphasis.

“My father did not know! How was he to know about Merlin?” Arthur struggled against the spell. “All of this about baggage!”

“Is that what you think?” Britomart stiffened. A head shake from Mithian cut off the rest of her response. She looked back at her mistress. “Milady, with respect, you cast a spell just now.”

“Aye. I did. It was as if the knowledge just came to me. It is as you said, Priestess, my grandfather had magic but Queen Taene did not.” Mithian frowned. “King Rodor told Prince Kay and me as much earlier.”

“He lingered between life and death at that point,” Britomart recalled.

Nimue rubbed her chin. Her eyebrow flicked upward. “Indeed. I cast the second spell, as the Fire Hair supposed, when Merlin and I met in another place. He was almost dead. I healed him. He returned with the order to rest. He of course would not. Nor did your sire or you, Pendragon, heed good sense! Every healer and royal save you two knew better!” She pointed at Merlin. “Your demands made him exert himself! That idiot’s assault undid my spell! Before your effort, Princess Mithian, I had summoned an old ally of Nemeth to aid him.” She shook her head. “It seems there is more to this matter than meets the eye.”

“Old ally?” Mithian looked to Merlin and then back to Nimue. “King Rodor allows sorcery as long as the sorcerer co-exists with everyone else. Malodius has served Nemeth for several generations. Who else would that be?”

Nimue, another needs our aid. Open the door. Gaius, Malodius, and Accolon bring her to you.

Thank you, Lady. I shall. “That would be telling. You will see for yourselves soon enough.” Nimue motioned toward the door. Her eyes flashed. “Others will join us.”

“And you keep me like this? Release me, Witch!” Arthur strained against Nimue’s spell. “You have tried to kill Merlin and me before!”

“I wished to stop Uther’s insane Purge. Merlin got in the way. You…you…sought to interfere with my revenge. Besides, you were a means to an end at that point. As I told you, you are not meant to die at my hand. In fact, my spells brought you into this world. Gaius and I delivered you. Is that not true, Gaius?”

“Is what true?” Gaius shuffled into the chamber. “MERLIN? You can sit up? Britomart?” He looked toward Britomart. “What happened?”

“I apparently have magic, Master Gaius. I heard a voice in my head telling me that I’d made my choice. I felt a surge within myself. Words came and I cast a spell. Merlin healed. Prince Arthur tried to grab me. Priestess Nimue keeps him like that.” Mithian’s eyes went wide. “Lady Elaine? Nay! What happened now? What did Count Bernard do?”

“Count Bernard and Master Wyngate overdosed her on mushrooms, Princess.” Gaius bowed to Mithian and then Arthur. “SIRE? What happened?”

“The Prince tried to grab Princess Mithian. I stopped that.” Nimue curled her lip. “The goddess brought her magic to the fore. She healed Merlin herself. I had nothing to do with it.” She turned toward the hall. “Bring the girl in here!” Disgust narrowed her eyes.

Malodius harunged. He bore a semi-conscious Elaine on his back. His eyes met Nimue’s. He stopped in front of her and eased himself to the ground.

Elena stared at Merlin. “Merlin, they said….?”

“Wh…Where?” Elaine forced her head up. Delirium blurred her surroundings. Fever paled her complexion. Sweat beaded across her forehead. “Nay! Nay! Na’ ‘gain! Can’ take more! I….” She held her stomach. “Help me, goddess!!” She leaned forward. “S’rry…Mal…o…”

Accolon grabbed a wooden bowl from a nearby table. Sympathy panged within himself. “Here, Milady!” He handed it to her.

Nausea and Mushrooms induced another vomiting fit. Elaine turned from it. “I…I made another mess! Just do…do not force those wr…wretched things on me again. Please.” Sobs streaked her face.

“Gaius?” Merlin forced himself to stand. Urgency pressed him toward Elaine. He wanted to do something for the beleaguered girl. “What do we do for mushroom poisoning?”

“Milk thistle, Merlin! Good grief! Elena, Britomart, and I can handle this! Please! Just lie down. You have nearly died three times this week already!” Gaius placed his hands on Merlin’s arms. “Britomart, do you know where it is?”

“Aye, Master Gaius. I will get some ash dust as well. This should help.” Britomart brought an emerald-tinted bottle down from one shelf. Right below that one, she spied a brown-tinted bottle. “Elena, I need a clean bowl.”

“I have it, Sister!” Elena brought a bowl over to Britomart. “Prince Accolon? Can you help her to a chair? She should sit down.” She pointed toward the worn chair in the corner.

“Aye. Good idea.” Accolon eased Elaine over to the designated chair. “Just be comfortable, Lady. We will help you.” He scowled at the discharge around her fingernails. “Pray that is enough! She ingested them a few turns of the hourglass ago.”

Nimue moved to the healers’ side. “He’s right. That will not be strong enough.” She stuck her finger into the pale mush. “Neartiach!” Her eyes glowed. Sorcerous energies flowed through her hand, down her finger, and into the mixture. Then, she pulled her hand out.

“What are you doing? You want to make it worse?” Arthur demanded.

A sarcastic snigger spit past Nimue’s lips. “Uther did twist your mind, did he not? Magic does plenty of good. Look to Merlin. Open your eyes, Prince!” She shook her head. “Give my patience, Lady!” She walked the bowl over to Elaine and Accolon. “It is prepared. Open your mouth. This is the remedy.” She placed several fingerfuls one at a time into Elaine’s mouth.

Each bitter mouthful narrowed Elaine’s eyes and puckered her mouth. Her face contorted. Still, she swallowed each dose. At the end, she swallowed several times. “Water please?”

“Of course.” Accolon handed Elaine a goblet. “Drink it slowly, Lady Elaine. Then, we should let you rest.” He watched her drink the water down. “That is better. Your body cannot tolerate those mushrooms. We were fortunate.”

“King Rodor will get to the bottom of this! I cannot believe Master Wyngate would do something like this! He knows how the King feels about such vile practices.” Chill stabbed up and down Mithian’s back. Revulsion sent a shudder through her. She watched Merlin ease off the cot. “Thank you, Merlin.”

Merlin bowed to Mithian. Granted, Stiffness still slowed his movements. “Glad to help. Gaius, maybe I should go back to my quarters? We have to leave in the morning.”

“Our fathers will speak, Prince Arthur. Merlin should stay behind to let his shoulder heal properly.” Mithian looked about the chamber. Something else felt off to her.

Merlin, look to the plaza. A companion and I will be there shortly, Kilgarrah announced in his mind.

Malodius jumped to his paws. Dragon? How? He stiffened.

Realization and Mischief sparked in Nimue’s eyes. Well now! So that is how you knew about those things! She laughed. “Oh, how I underestimated you, Merlin!” She waved her hand. “There! Do behave yourself. Uther and you are in for a surprise!”

“Surprise? What have you….?” Arthur stiffened. His eyes narrowed. “If this was Camelot….”

Alarm Bells rang out. Siren alerts beckoned toward Plaza beyond.

“The warning bells? Now?” Mithian turned to Merlin. “What does Nimue mean that she underestimated you?”

Gaius shook his head at Merlin. “It is nothing, Milady. Do not…”

Nimue raised her own eyebrow at Gaius. “Again, you sweep something under the furnishings? It is so tiresome! I will see you out there.” A flash swept her away from there.

“Britomart, Master Gaius, and Elena and you should stay with Lady Elaine. Malodius, Merlin, Prince Arthur, follow me.” Mithian led them toward the passage.

Arthur rasped a sharp breath. “Merlin, I do not know what you are up to but I am going to want answers!” He stalked out the door and down the passage.

So much for things returning to normal! Merlin shook that thought off. Priority lay with Nimue’s next “surprise”. Afanc and Poisoned Chalice kept him on edge. He hustled after Arthur.

Gaius shook his head. Details seeped too far out into the open for his liking. Arthur’s discoveries held uncomfortable consequences….

…where they’d go only the Fates could tell….

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Chapter 30

Kilgarrah’s wings flapped hard against the wind. Freedom exhilarated him. His spirit soared. Camelot remained far behind him now. His eyes beheld Gedref’s and then Nemeth’s lands streaking past him. Memoria recalled Service and Duty from decades gone by. Battles there and overseas preserved Britannia’s peace. Imprisonment and Treachery kept him from such participation. His eyes drifted toward Josiane. Legacy lay divided in her case. Alliances lay between her ancestors, Malodius, and himself.

Previous arguments rang through Josiane’s mind. Opinions on both sides shaped her views. Father, Uncle Ahmet, and Uncle Mahmud waxed poetic about dragons and their riders. Arguments twixt Boeve the Dragon Slayer and her dampened Enthusiasm’s charge. Caring and Protectiveness guided their progress. She noted such things for herself. “Is it much farther?”

“Nay, Princess. We are in Nemeth. Look over the trees. Whitgate’s towers should be in view soon enough.” He rose higher into the dark sky. A few heartbeats later, the aforementioned towers came into view. “There!”

“So, I see, Master Dragon!” Enthusiasm lifted her spirits. “Will they accept us?”

“If the old King is still there, aye, he will. It has been so long. His son, Prince Rodor, was the same. We can hope for their presence or someone of like mind.” Merlin’s energy stood out to him from the citadel. “And we have other friends.” Merlin, look to the plaza. A companion and I will be there shortly.

Dragon? Malodius called out.

I was detained by Uther Pendragon, Great One. So! You are still on guard there! It is good that some things do not change. I would see the King, Prince Rodor, and Princess Taene, Kilgarrah announced. We will be in the plaza within a few heartbeats.

Rodor is our King now. Queen Taene passed away a short time ago. Princess Mithian and Prince Kay are here as well. I would warn you. Uther Pendragon and his knights are here, Malodius advised.

I stand advised. King Rodor, if he is still the man I remember, will not allow such matters. Ash irritated Kilgarrah’s nostrils. Burning ash… Kilgarrah’s eyes went wide. Is that why Merlin was…?

Aye. Uther and his Witch Finder forced King Rodor into regrettable action. The priestess accepted her fate and sacrifice for the Greater Good. You and your friend should come. You should be careful. Who is your friend? Malodius considered both that conversation and Nimue’s snarking on the other hand.

She is the beloved of Boeve the Dragon Slayer. Josiane? Kilgarrah glanced toward her. His eyes looked her over yet again. She freed me at the Priestess’ bidding.

Princess Josiane? Aye! Boeve, she, and I have fought together! She is still an exile? King Rodor would welcome her! Malodius’ spirits lightened somewhat. She used her elemental abilities, did she? They are a useful asset. Where are you exactly?

We have cleared the forest. We will be there shortly. Kilgarrah soared over the downhill slope. “An old friend awaits us, Josiane. It will be quite the surprise. And, be advised, Camelot and Uther Pendragon are there as well.”

“An old friend? Uther?” Her hand batted in front of her face. “Ash? It is not so chill a night that they would heat their hovels as such. Why…?” Realization stopped her questions in their tracks. “This King burned someone at the stake? May my god have helped them with their pain!” Disgust narrowed her eyes. “I thought you said…?”

Kilgarrah shook his head. “As a Prince, Rodor was not such a man. I sense Uther Pendragon’s hand in this even here in Nemeth.” He cleared the outer wall. “The alarm bells should ring at any point. Our friend should alert them to our presence. Take care. The arch and towers between the Lower and Upper Cities require care to get around.”

“I see them. Thank you.” She maneuvered her carpet close behind his tail. Anticipation braced her for Camelot’s (typical) negativity. Tolerance only came because of her usefulness. Both sides knew that. Both sides put up with each other for that reason. She noted the looming Citadel in front of themselves. Amazons, Nemethian, and Camelot knights massed in front of the stairs. Dark circular stain marked Stake’s former location. “Is it safe to land?”

“You stay up here. I will speak to them.” Kilgarrah descended to the cobblestones below. He landed with barely a tremor throughout the area. “Stand down. I am here to see King Rodor. He knows me.” He surveyed the “welcoming committee”. “Amazons, your Queen Radegund and I have met. King Uther kept me as a prisoner for many years!”

“MONSTER! UTHER WOULD KILL YOU FIRST!” Leon turned to his knights. “Draw swords and be ready!”

“BELAY THAT ORDER!” Galahad stalked out from amidst the emerald-clad entourage. “Has Camelot not done enough? As King Rodor’s First Knight, Sir Leon, I say NAY! STAND DOWN! It has been many years. I remember this dragon from my first battles and earning my spurs! He is depicted on a tapestry in our Hall of Heroes! KILGARRAH! May I approach?”

“Aye, Sir Galahad! I remember your bravery as well! There was a young knight with you. Sir…Ywain?” Kilgarrah nodded to Galahad. His eye remained on Camelot’s knights.

“Aye, Good Dragon!” Ywain made his way to the front as well. “We have missed you. Malodius will be glad to see you.” Enthusiasm lightened his spirits. A smile spread across his face. “Welcome back to Whitgate! I am sure King Rodor and Princess Mithian will be glad to see you!”

“Indeed so!” Galahad clapped Ywain on the left shoulder. “Given the day’s ill tidings, your presence is welcome!”

“Malodius? Malodius the Lion? He is here?” Josiane clapped her hands over her mouth. “Is that our friend?”

Kilgarrah nodded. “Indeed he is. That is who I was referring to. Sir Galahad, Sir Ywain, this is Josiane of Alexandria, Exiled Princess of Egypt. She rescued me from Uther’s prison.” Dark scowl shot toward Camelot’s knights. “She and I immediately returned here to be at your King’s side.”

“KILGARRAH?” Rodor stood at the top of the stairs. He clapped his hands together. “This is a most joyous day! WELCOME!! WELCOME BACK TO NEMETH! KNIGHTS! AMAZONS! STAND DOWN!” He rushed down the stairs and past the knights. “How did you free yourself? Whoever it is, I owe them thanks!”

“Look up, Sire.” Galahad pointed toward Josiane. “Kilgarrah, can you introduce the King please?”

“Aye.” Kilgarrah motioned toward her. “King Rodor, she is Josiane of Alexandria, Exiled Princess of Egypt. Her abilities are known to Sir Ywain and a few of your knights? She managed to free me from Uther’s chain and shackle. Out of respect for you and my oath to the triple goddess, I do not attack these knights.”

“They will not attack you. I have had my fill of such behavior today.” A pained sigh escaped Rodor’s lips. “Sir Leon.” He shook his head.

“HOLD YOUR POSITION, SIR LEON! THIS BEAST ESCAPED?” Uther rushed out of the citadel. “Rodor, you will not….!”

“I will not WHAT?” Rodor turned on Uther. “I let you have your way this morning to my shame! NO MORE! Kilgarrah and Princess Josiane are safe here! KILGARRAH IS A HERO HERE! I OWE HIM MY LIFE! NAY! THIS IS NEMETH NOT CAMELOT! TWENTY YEARS IMPRISONMENT FOR YOUR SPITE!”

Uther narrowed his eyes. “Magic is evil. You married someone of that heritage! You cannot be trusted!” He pointed at Kilgarrah. “That thing could destroy this city! It could do great harm! It needs to be caged or killed!”

“I cannot…?” Rodor shook his head. “Kilgarrah has served Nemeth, Britannia, and the world well! I would say your prejudice and spite has caused more harm and pain than you could ever imagine!” He shook his head. “People who try to help that you would kill for their service! And what about you? You sicken me with your hypocrisy!”

Uther snorted. “You are deluded, Rodor! You listen to sorcerers! Who should trust you?”

“And you once forced me to cast a spell, Uther. You do remember that?” Nimue walked to just a step behind Rodor. Snide smirk spread across her face. “I mean the evidence for that is right in front of us.” Her hand stifled a sarcastic cough. Her eyebrow arched. “I mean your Queen was barren, but you had to have that all important son.” She exhaled a sharp breath. “So, you pressed me to cast a fertility spell. Prince Arthur was born. Queen Igraine died. Because of that, your Purge has made Britannia run red with blood! Shall we speak about how the Prince’s need for a unicorn horn nearly destroyed Camelot? Or perhaps how a special perfect sword found its way into your hands? It was made right under your nose as well.” Her chuckle grated on his ears.

“I made the sword, Uther. I made it specifically for Arthur alone, not you! That did not stop you from trying to keep it!” Kilgarrah narrowed his eyes.

“You? You made the sword? I…I…was told my former blacksmith made it! Rubbish!” Uther dismissed the claim.

“I was brought a sword. I burnished it in my breath. Dragons, unlike certain Kings, do not lie. I did that. Who else would make such a weapon? You, the hater of magic and all things magical, surely you should not use something like that?” Kilgarrah clarified.

“This one.” Canary flashed in Nimue’s eyes. Excalibur appeared in her hands. She ran her hand up and down the blade’s length. “Quite so! You have seen such swords, King Rodor.”

“Aye. I have.” Rodor inspected the sword. Admiration beheld the runes and perfect balance. “I never thought I’d see another sword of its like again, Kilgarrah. This is exquisite! It feels like Caliburn!” He handed it back to Nimue. “Thank you, Sister.”

“Of course.” Nimue’s eyes flashed again. The sword disappeared. “It is safe from menace again.”

“Why you! Thief! You have no right!” Uther drew his sword. He raised it to strike Nimue down. Fury swung the blade through the air…until it and he froze in mid-swing.

“FATHER!” Arthur charged down the stairs. “MERLIN! COME ON! THE KING NEEDS US!” He motioned Merlin forward. “KNIGHTS!”

“HOLD, PRINCE ARTHUR!” Rodor raised his hand. A demonstrative head shake cut off the command. “This is MY LAND! These are MY GUESTS!”

Merlin shook his head. “Prince Arthur, stay back. King Rodor speaks the truth! We do not need a war! She can kill any of us.” He grabbed onto Arthur’s arm. Despite Circumstances, he would not allow Arthur to come to harm.

“Merlin? What?” Arthur narrowed his eyes. Apparent Betrayal burned at him. He wrenched his arm from Merlin’s hands. “You have lost whatever is left of that mind of yours! Another creature of magic you’d side with!” A derisive snort shot from his nostrils. “You are siding with them AGAIN?” He glared at Malodius. “Look at how that thing hovers about you! And…wait! You brought that sword to us!” Realization dawned on Arthur at that point. “You were talking to that dragon!” He gaped. “That is how you knew! That…!”

Seems some secrets had bigger burdens than others….

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Chapter 31

“Sire, I…” Merlin bowed his head. Lies struggled to coalesce in his mind. Unlike many others, the situation would not spin. Eyes all around stared. Eyes all bore into his consciousness. Past…Present…Old…New…Arthur, Uther, Malodius, Kilgarrah, Rodor, Mithian…..

Mithian?

What the? Merlin turned toward Mithian. Once more, her energy coursed through him. His breath caught in his throat. His eyes met hers. Everything and everyone else seemed to fall away. How is this happening?

It is tied to that spell I cast. Merlin, how I can hear you? I… Mithian bit her lip. Magnetism pulled at her. Protocol and Social Divides dissolved in that heartbeat. Amor’s breeze billowed her toward him. She just knew his eyes. His heartbeat soothed her nerves.

“MERLIN!” Arthur grabbed onto his servant. “STOP ACTING LIKE A GIRL!” He shook Merlin a few times. “WAKE UP! THIS IS SERIOUS! YOU’RE GUILTY!”

Merlin trembled. His eyes turned now toward Kilgarrah. He focused on his friend’s chest. Another energy burst jarred him. “ERON-WAH PROYTECTA RODOR, MITHIANA, AND NIMUEHA!!!” White glow flashed in his eyes.

Everyone froze. Tension sparked throughout the square. Camelot’s knights grabbed for their weapons. Amazons and Nemethian knights did the same. Ears struggled to understand Merlin’s exclamation. Observation took in Mithian’s interest in Merlin.

Needless to say, Chaos had its playground at that point….

Malodius jumped to his paws. That was Dragon Speech! He is a Dragon Lord? Dragon?

Aye. It is unmistakable! Kilgarrah narrowed his eyes. “I…never…would have guessed!” His eyes squinted at Merlin. Then he strode toward Rodor and Nimue. “You heard that, King Rodor?”

“I most certainly did!” Rodor stared at Merlin. His eyes bulged. Surprise caught his breath. “That sounded like a Dragon Lord!”

Nimue, as one might imagine, savored Irony’s intrusion into the affair. “He is most certainly is! Well done, Merlin! Well done! I do not speak that tongue, but I have heard it!” She regarded Merlin anew. “He does…” She stiffened. “Wait! I cannot believe I missed it! Look at his face, eyes, and build!”

Rodor stared. “By the goddess! Priestess, how did I miss THAT?” He rubbed his forehead. “Now, I am glad I secured his services! But what did he say?” He looked to Kilgarrah. “Did you understand?”

“Merlin instructed me to protect Priestess Nimue, Princess Mithian, and you, King Rodor.” Kilgarrah regarded Merlin in a new light. “It seems there is another Dragon Lord after all.” He bowed his head to Merlin. “As you have asked.”

“Thank you. I….” Merlin rubbed his forehead. “Dragon Lord? Me? How? I…” His focus lapsed.

“SEIZE HIM, ARTHUR! WE WILL MAKE AN EXAMPLE IN CAMELOT OF HIM!” The spell on Uther faded. He moved toward Merlin. “This ends NOW!”

“You will do no such thing! Merlin is King Rodor’s subject now! Not Camelot’s! STAND DOWN!” Radegund strode between Merlin and Uther. “You have pushed my patience to the breaking point, Uther Pendragon! Do not press me any farther!”

“King Uther, with respect! Please stop! We do not need a war!” Respect and Entreaty prompted a nod from Accolon. Desperation (and a hefty dose of Shock as well) spun his own mind and understanding as well.

“With respect, King Uther, Prince Accolon is right! NAY!” Mithian threw herself over Merlin. “He is a Dragon Lord! He is protected by Nemethian Law!” Her eyes met Uther’s. “Please, Sire! We do not need further bloodshed!”

“Aye, Daughter. You both are right. Thanks to Priestess Nimue, I have realized something else!” Rodor hustled to Mithian’s and Merlin’s sides. “Merlin, who was your father?”

“I…I do not know, King Rodor.” Merlin bowed his head. “My mother never married. I came from a village in the Essetir. She and I did the best we could. She would never talk about my father.”

“Essetir? Merlin, what is her name?” Mithian grabbed Merlin’s arm. “What is your mother’s name?”

“What does Hunith have to do with this? And what do you mean Merlin is your subject? He is my servant!” Arthur grabbed Merlin’s other arm.

“I am WHAT?” Merlin stared at Mithian, Arthur, and then Rodor. “How…? I….” Consternation pounded at his mind. He tried to free his arms from the two royals’ hands.

“King Uther granted your service to Nemeth, Merlin. I heard his grant. Queen Radegund and Lord Blumenwald witnessed it. Prince Arthur, release Merlin right now! I have heard and seen all that I need to!” Rodor glared at Arthur. “Merlin should never have been a servant! His father’s knighthood is his by right. Priestess Nimue just saw it. He is Sir Balinor’s son.” He helped Merlin to his feet. “It seems you are full of surprises, Merlin.”

“Sir…Balinor?” Merlin rubbed his forehead. “This is the first time I have heard that name. Why have I not heard this before? Why was he not with Mother and me?”

“Merlin, it was not Sir Balinor’s fault. I am so sorry.” Mithian embraced him. “He fled. Father?”

“Aye. Merlin, your father was here. Sirs Galahad and Ywain served with him. Kilgarrah and Malodius both knew him. Sir Balinor wanted to bring your mother here. He was about to do so. Then, a threat came from Camelot. Is that not right, Uther?” Rodor stood. He set his jaw. “It seems my question gets asked again. When is it enough? Look! You drove Sir Balinor from here and into the wilderness! He never saw his beloved again! He never knew his son!”

Uther frowned. His eyes glared at Merlin. Disgust and Outrage burned at him. “If I had known, Rodor, I would never have allowed him to be at court! I would have had Merlin killed!” He shook his head. “I have heard quite enough! I still have enough knights to….”

“To what? Meleagant, Odin, and Cenred would like nothing better for us to fight amongst ourselves!” Rodor set his jaw. “Can you not think of anything but your bloodlust? How much blood do you crave? I know you have sacrificed your own knights. We will remember that. However, your actions demean their sacrifice! I want you gone by First Light! I have had my fill of Camelot’s hatred!”

“Sheer ingratitude! Rebellion burns within Nemeth. You will want my help at some point, Rodor. I promise you that.” Uther turned to his own knights. “STAND DOWN, KNIGHTS OF CAMELOT! MAKE SURE YOU ARE PACKED AND READY TO GO! WE WILL DEPART AT FIRST LIGHT!” Uther shook his head. Betrayal stung at his heart over supposed allies and liars. He stalked back into the citadel.

Layers and layers….

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Chapter 32 [Physician’s Chamber—A Quarter Turn of the Hourglass Later]

Caution guided Gaius’ care of Elena. His rag dabbed her forehead. Offered water broke Thirst’s parch and arid grip over her mouth and throat. Discharge ebbed and vanished from her fingers. Rosiness returned to her complexion. For the most part, Sleep allowed for Healing’s course. He stepped back and watched her.

Elaine tossed and turned. Nightmare burned at her brain. Tears streaked her cheeks. Nausea, in spite of the treatment, still unsettled her stomach. Breaths puffed out in bursts. “AHH!! MAMA!!!”

“Those mushrooms!” Britomart ground her teeth. Tomes piled all around her on Wyngate’s bench. “There is nothing to help her?”

“Nothing that will mix with the enhanced milk thistle, Britomart.” Elena shook her head. “I wish I had magic. I could put a calming spell on her.” Lament sunk her spirits. “Merlin could do it.”

Instinct and Habit stiffened Gaius. Denials came to him almost as a matter of course. Then, he buried them deep within his mind. “He could. Again, your earlier point remains, Elena. That spell could interfere with Elaine’s healing. Unfortunately, this is the only way. It is not her fault. I cannot believe Wyngate would give her such a toxic dose.”

“That was Count Bernard’s doing.” Britomart shoved another tome off to the side. “I cannot believe Master Wyngate sided with the Prince and the others against the King! He was King Rodor’s most loyal friend.”

“He and I were friends for many years, Britomart. Apparently, there is a great deal I did not know.” Gaius glanced toward Wyngate’s elegant bedchamber through the adjacent door. “I am dealing with my own disappointment. Pity. Still, I believe you will be a fine healer for Nemeth in your own right. I am prepared to say as much to King Rodor.”

Britomart bowed her head. “I am overwhelmed by your faith, Master Gaius. I wish I could do what Merlin does for Prince Arthur and you. I admit I enjoy serving Milady. Perhaps I should for the greater good. She is more than just a Princess. I know we are not equals. She is my friend, however. I wish somebody would see her for what she is.”

Elena placed her hand on Britomart’s shoulder. “Everything has a season, Britomart. Patience. In the meantime, we all must adjust to our new roles. I am now a warrior-healer. I left anything else on the battlefield. I know what I have to do. It is not easy. I saw what Merlin’s proximity to Princess Mithian did. They are bonded now. Merlin’s feats are enough to raise his status right now. So, I believe, are yours. You fought with your sword on that battlefield as well. You rescued Merlin at risk to yourself. I am sure Princess Mithian will speak up on your worthiness and willingness to protect her safety. I witnessed two deeds myself. I am sure there are more.”

A pounding rained down on the door.

“Wha? I…I…do not! Father! That evil man! Nay! Nay, na’ ‘gain!” Elaine’s eyes snapped open. A loud scream echoed off of the granite walls and floor. Breaths came out in even faster puffs.

“Elena, help her please! What is it now?” Gaius stalked across the chamber. Lectures formed in his head. He flung the door open. “What is it? I….” He stopped in his tracks. “Sire?” He bowed.

“Gaius.” Uther kept a straight face. Recognition noted Gaius’ self-correction. He knew that the other thought of his patient’s well-being. “The girl? How is she?”

“Lady Elaine suffers, Sire.” Gaius stepped aside allowing Uther inside. “We were very fortunate that the mushroom poisoning did not kill her outright. It has to work out of her system. Britomart and Elena are working with me to help her.”

“I can see that.” Uther strode over to Elaine’s bedside. He beheld her suffering. “Pity. Bernard did not tell us about her. I would have dealt with her as well.”

Gaius set his jaw. Restraint held back his desired response. “Nay he did not.”

“And the treatment. Was it enhanced? The Witch Nimue…she was here, wasn’t she?” Uther glared right into his eyes. “You two! Was she?”

“Aye she was!” Britomart shook her head. “We are trying to save her life, King Uther! That is our oath as healers! Master Wyngate is missing! We do not know where he is! Meantime, Elena, Master Gaius, and I do our best! Priestess Nimue helped us! I will say because I have nothing to hide! Talk to King Rodor! I am here under his order! If a priestess can help my patient, I am grateful for the aid! I only wish her mother was still alive!”

“Nay! Nay!” Panic and Fear slammed into Elaine. Her heart beat faster and faster still. Wheezes came from her mouth.

“Master Gaius, she cannot take this! Please!” Elena motioned toward Uther. She shook her head.

“HOW DARE YOU! I WILL…!” Uther snapped at the Amazon healer. “I AM A KING!”

“King Uther, I speak for our patient not to insult you. That is all! Please!” Elena bit back her desired response. “You could kill her!”

“Sire, please! With respect, we should speak outside. This trauma could kill her as Elena said.” Gaius shook his head ever so slightly at Elena. “Please.”

Emotions ran high….

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Chapter 33

Uther walked away from Elaine’s bedside. Frustration brewed over Gaius’ consideration for Elaine’s situation. He waited for Gaius to join him in the passage. Then, he started back in, “Very well. It does not matter in any event. Merlin has revealed himself to be not only a collaborator with sorcerers but a sorcerer and Dragon Lord himself! He is fortunate that I granted his services to Rodor a few hours ago. You, on the other hand. I cannot believe you harbored him! Did you know about Merlin’s magic?” Uther cleared his throat.

Gaius hung his head. Merlin, what did I tell you about being careful? Good grief! Now you have done it! “Aye, Sire. I did. I might point out that Merlin saved Prince Arthur’s life with his magic. He has used it in service of the realm.” The Eyebrow raised at Uther’s mention of the grant. “If I might ask, what do you mean about Merlin granting service?”

Uther sucked in a sharp breath. “I sacked him downstairs. Rodor wanted him. I imagine that Radigund would have claimed him if Rodor had not! Unbelievable! Tintagel is the only kingdom that is still sane!”

“Dragon Lord?” Surprise took Gaius aback as well. “I did not know about that.” His eyes pleaded with Uther’s on that front. “Hunith never told Merlin much less me! Sire! I just knew she wanted Merlin to have an opportunity at a better life in Camelot. That is the truth! I thought they were dead?”

Uther narrowed his eyes. “The slayers and I dealt with their beasts and them as you know.” He flicked an eyebrow at him. “That woman hid the truth from the boy as well. She was wise to do so. You realize that he was talking to that beast under the citadel? Intolerable! Well, the boy inherited his father’s talent! HE WAS TALKING WITH THAT CREATURE UNDER OUR NOSES THE ENTIRE TIME!! His abilities were manifesting and you never said a word! NOT A WORD!”

“Merlin does what he does, Sire. I knew. I told him that it was a bad idea. The only thing I can say is that he did so for Camelot.” Exasperation rasped in Gaius’ tone. He rubbed his forehead both at Merlin’s attitude and at Uther’s knowledge of it. “Should I ask who his father was?”

“Balinor the Dragon Lord, Gaius. That ingrate fled before I could pursue him here! No matter. He is dead. He must be for the boy to come into his abilities as he did. This is why I preach vigilance! You harbored Merlin and never said a word to any of us?” Uther held his hand up. “Wait! During the plague, there was the poultice in the maid’s house. Tom the Blacksmith claimed he had never seen it. The maid Guinevere insisted she was innocent. Merlin did it. Didn’t he?”

Gaius kept his resolve. He maintained a straight poker face. “I have no idea. Merlin was concerned. I was as surprised by his outburst as you are to be honest. You know he has feelings for Gwen.”

“You mean did.” Uther ground his teeth. “Now, I know where Prince Arthur gets his ideas from! No matter! If Rodor wants him, he can have him! I am trying to decide what to do with you. Not only did you harbor a sorcerer, you collaborated with him. I do not care if it helped Camelot or not! THE LAW IS THE LAW!!” He curled his lip. “You have hurt me, Gaius!”

“Sire, Merlin served Camelot and protected Prince Arthur. With respect, you have used magic and magical items in Camelot’s interests. Have you not? Merlin was trying to do the same. He has saved your life more than once.” Gaius braced himself.

“THAT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE, GAIUS!!” Uther slapped the wall. “HE IS A SORCERER! YOU KNEW AND HELPED HIM!!! YOU’RE USING SORCERY TO HELP THAT WITCH!” He ground his teeth.

Irresistible Pull yanked at Gaius. He stumbled backward into the chamber. “Sire? I am not doing this! I…!”

“GAIUS! SO HELP ME!” Magic’s intervention infuriated him still further. “THIS IS NOT FINISHED!! COME BACK HERE!!” He stalked toward the door.

The door slammed shut in his face. Locks secured themselves. Additional spell burned his hand. “AHH!!” He pulled his hand away.

That must be so painful!!! Poor Uther! You really should have that looked at. Pity. You just had to burn the healer who could have helped you! TSK! TSK! Now, I believe you are finished, Nimue taunted in his head.

“WITCH!! SHOW YOURSELF!” Uther glared in all directions. Burn stung his hand. Glowing Door Handle dared him for a second try. His mouth twisted into a grimace. He beat on the door. “GAIUS! GAIUS! OPEN THE DOOR!”

“What are you bellowing at?” Rodor folded his arms across his chest. He held up his hand toward the knights accompanying him. “Please tell me you are not upsetting Lady Elaine. She has dealt with quite enough!” He pointed at Uther’s hand. “Why are you holding your hand like that?”

“I burned it! That witch Nimue put an enchantment on the door! She used spells to pull Gaius back into the chamber, slam the door in my face, and make the doorhandle hot!” Uther pointed at the glowing handle. “I need a healer.”

Irony elicited a cough from Rodor. “You brought this on yourself, Uther. Do not expect me to retrieve Master Gaius from there. Lady Elaine needs his expertise. Pity you do not like collaborators and such! You do not want him? I need a physician in any event.” He got up in Uther’s face. “I like so-called collaborators. Master Gaius would do quite well here. By the way, Master Wyngate refused to go with you. I did offer given what is going on. No matter. I have everything arranged.”

Uther’s rage smoldered akin to Volcano. Rodor and Nimue had outmaneuvered him. Ruthbert had departed. Accolon and Morgana kept themselves away from the scene as well. Radigund sided with their host. “I should have let Meleagant, Odin, and Cenred have you!”

“And then what, Uther?” Rodor raised an eyebrow at him. “If everyone else falls, what then? Do you think Camelot would have withstood that juggernaut?” He sniffed. “Your defenses are considerable. They would have starved you out. Look at what happened at Shalott! Because of your late arrival, they got that far rather than keeping them in the north! We almost lost! We SHOULD HAVE lost! MAGIC, not CAMELOT, won that battle, Uther! DEAL WITH THAT!!!”

“NEVER!” Uther’s frown curled yet further in on itself. Denial shut off Reason. “Rebellion undermines your position, Rodor.”

“I am aware of my kingdom’s issues. Your example inspired today’s rebellion, Uther. Rest assured; I am dealing with it. You never learn. Even when King Ruthbert and you heal the wounds you yourselves inflicted a generation ago on Tintagel, you overstep your boundaries again. Even when Merlin is on the cusp of regaining what is rightfully his, you overstep your boundaries again. Even when I have negotiated Prince Kay’s future, you overstep your boundaries again. I am leaving Sir Matthew and Sir Lancelot to guard the door. Do not bother them again. Lady Elaine is for all intents and purposes Countess of Astolat.”

“Lancelot?” Uther rolled his eyes. “You?”

“Aye, Sire.” Lancelot suppressed his feelings. He bowed to the two Kings. “As always, I seek to do my duty. King Rodor was kind enough to make me a knight. I am grateful to him.”

“Indeed, Sir Lancelot. You have proven your worth in many regards. Sir Galahad, Sir Ywain, and King Bors all speak to your valor. Nobility is in a man’s deeds and heart not simply in his pedigree.” Rodor patted Lancelot on the arm. “Watch the passage carefully.”

“Aye, Sire.” Lancelot stepped to his post. Uther reminded Lancelot of the past. Once more, Gwen nagged at his heart. Gwen is not here. She will leave for Camelot. There is no chance that the Lady Morgana would release her. His eye drifted toward the door. Memoria recalled previous trip to Astolat. Reyna healed festering battle wounds. Elaine cared for him. Gentle manner and humility drew him in. He reassured her after a few magical accidents. His hand touched it. Elaine, what is it that you are doing to me? Tis strange! I did not think anyone but Gwen could make me feel this way. And yet…

“It seems I have chosen well.” Rodor stepped aside. “Dinner will be served soon. I have another healer who can dress that wound. Come.” Lancelot’s lingering before the door made an impression. Reyna’s and Bernard’s accounts of Lancelot’s previous visit weighed in as well. Everything works as it will! He watched Uther hustle away. Then, he followed suit.

Strands cut. Strands redone. Strands to suit Greater Good….

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Chapter 34
[Merlin’s Bedchamber]

Merlin extended his arms overhead. Stiffness restrained his left shoulder only in the slightest regard. Mithian’s spell dispelled any trace of his wound. A line of rulers that is descended from sorcerers? Uther and Arthur cannot know how to deal with that!

And you are the son of a Dragon Lord, Merlin, and a knight of Nemeth. Father and I both know your true worth.

He stiffened. “Princess?” He looked this way and that. “I hear you but…”

Snort echoed through his mind. I am about to leave my chambers for dinner. I wondered if you are ready as well? Mithian regarded herself in the mirror.

I was looking at my clothes. I should be ready in a few grains of the hourglass. He regarded the torn jacket and bloody tunic. “Glan agus càradh cho math rì ùr!” Canary flashed through his eyes.

Energy glowed about the damaged clothing. Blood’s stain evaporated. Torn fibers reached out and resecured themselves to one another. Within a pair of heartbeats, the jacket and tunic stood as new.

I am ready. He pulled his tunic on and tucked it in. Then, he donned his coat. I lost my neckerchief though. We must have left it behind on Astolat.

Father has it, Merlin. I believe we can find you another one. Now, we must not keep the others waiting. I will be right there. I am sure you look presentable. Just do not strain yourself with your spells. We do not want another situation. *Do we?*

Kilgarrah chuckled, Nay, Princess. We do not. It seems you already know Merlin well. Does she not, Merlin? Impishness added another guffaw for good measure.

Merlin’s eyes rolled. Crimson streaked his face. Air about him warmed…significantly. Embarrassment reddened his cheeks. He pulled at his collar. He bit his lip. She’s a Princess. She watches people all day.

I watch people all day. Her loud snort echoed through his mind. Is that what you think of me, Merlin? I just watch?

Her giggle caused reactions. Giddiness’ butterflies danced about in his stomach. NAY! At least I did not call you a Prat or something! Prince Arthur…he…he is always watching people. He trains with the knights. He is Crown Prince. I remember you are always at King Rodor’s side. The Prince…never seems to care much. You have got to be the Crown Princess.

Prince Kay is the Crown Prince. I am *just* a Princess after all. Kay’s attitude and Social Convention grated on her. Councilors, courtiers, and other royals shoved her toward a typical pigeonhole. Knitting, pretty looks, and having babies constituted proper duties. Advisory roles such as those held by Queen Taene and her, permanent membership and voice in Royal Council, and side presence in her father’s legal proceedings were not. Disapproval flared up over her hunting. Thank you, Merlin. I appreciate that from you at least. You are not just shoving me aside.

Lady Morgana fights the same battles for respect in Camelot. I hope Prince Accolon and his father respect her. You and she seem to have a lot in common. Besides, people saw us outside. You did not care. Prince Arthur doesn’t care. Prince Accolon doesn’t care. Lady Morgana would not care. My mother served as village elder for a while. I respect you, Princess, Merlin clarified.

A gentle knocking came from the door.

I am right outside, Merlin. Open the door please, Mithian told him.

He sucked in a deep breath….a most unservile breath…akin more to Nervous Courtier breath…. She is a Princess. I am a servant. He bowed his head. His hand yanked the door open. “Princess Mithian.” Respect prompted a bow from him.

“Merlin.” Her eyebrow arched. Empathy, of course, picked up on his inner struggles. “Are you all right? You seem troubled.” She rubbed her chin.

“Me? I just cheated Death three times in a week. My healer exposes herself to save me. My Prince and King disown me even though my magic has saved them many times. I know my father’s identity but little else about him. Aye. I am troubled. I…well…I have another issue as well.” Uncertainty edged his eyes toward hers.

“Issue? I see.” She looked up and down the passage. “We can take a minute.” She stepped in and closed the door. “Merlin, whatever you say here or over our link, is between us. The only exception is matters of state.” She cleared her throat. “You understand that?”

“Princess, I…I’m a servant. We…” Protests tried to block out what was in his mind and heart. Conspicuousness flushed pink streaks across his cheeks. His voice kept catching in his throat. His heart raced. His eyes averted from hers.

Skepticism glinted in her eyes. “Merlin, I realize that you are trying to act in a proper way. Thank you. We do have to maintain propriety after all.” A sharp breath punctuated that observation. “However, I think we both know you are not a servant. Not any longer anyhow. I also know you did not get that wound from defending Camelot’s wagons or whatever. You saved Prince Kay. You saved my brother. I am grateful. Sir Balinor’s knighthood is yours now. Our family’s debt to your father passes to you now. Better still, my grandfather’s grant to him passes to your mother and you now.” Nerves now squeezed at her windpipe as well. Crimson blushed across her cheeks.

“Mother? What about her?” Merlin stiffened. “What did Father do? Is she in danger?”

“In danger?” Her eyebrow raised. “Wherever did you get that from?” A sharp snort dismissed that notion. “Nay, Merlin. Before your father’s departure, Grandfather gave him permission to bring Lady Hunith back here to live at court. King Rodor is looking forward to meeting her. I am as well.” She looked into his eyes. “You have other questions?”

“I am grateful for the King’s and your consideration of Mother as well as me. You have been kind already. Prince Kay. Is he all right? He did not come to dinner. We did not see him outside. I wondered about him.” Merlin raised an eyebrow. Suspicions darkened his thinking. What has been going on with the Prince anyway?

“King Rodor will speak to that when he is ready to do so.” She sucked in a deep breath. “Meantime, however, you are now in Nemeth’s service. King Rodor has received King Uther’s grant. It has been witnessed by Queen Radigund and Lord Blumenwald. Lady Morgana and Prince Accolon speak to your virtue as if we needed that after Shalott? Princess Josiane has shared what she knows of your deeds for Camelot. Yours is quite the story I must say!”

“Princess. I serve. I have tried to stay in the shadows. Now, after what happened, everything has changed. People know now. I am sure Gaius will lecture me soundly. Mother will be beside herself. I have exposed you as well.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I believe that my magic would have manifested itself at some point. Necessity and our connection made that happen sooner rather than later. I am fine with that. Prince Kay is not but…I will let the King address that.” She looked deeply into his eyes. “We know you will serve as your Father did here…as you have in Camelot. You are our subject now, Merlin. There is an opportunity. King Rodor will offer it to you at the right time. I am…hopeful.” Nerves bounced about in her stomach. “For now, however, the meal awaits. Remember, Merlin, while you must still comport yourself according to protocol, they owe you respect as well.” She opened the door again. “We should go.”

He looked around. Kay’s absence and her emotions raised further questions in his mind. Referred to Offer put him on edge. She is really anxious about this offer. What is King Rodor going to offer? It does not have anything to do with Mother I hope? He followed her out into the passage and shut the door behind themselves. “I would not do anything to shame you, Princess.”

“I know that, Merlin. Thank you once again.” Gratitude prompted a smile. A sparkle danced about in her eyes. Then, she led him down the hall and toward the stairs.

Guess who was coming to dinner?

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Chapter 35 [Dining Chamber]

Gwen looked about the dining area. She set goblets and utensils in their places. Tablecloth lay smooth with nary a wrinkle. Fresh candles awaited flames in Candelabra’s holders. Wine sat in its pitchers on a side table. An emerald bottle accompanied those pitchers. Necessity required Merlin to rest and heal following his ordeal. Britomart’s and Elaine’s respective absences raised questions for her. George remained nowhere to be seen.

Rumor, it seemed, was having a field day….

Where is everyone? She scratched her head. King Rodor and King Uther have no servants right now? That seems hardly possible! I know I am to go with Lady Morgana to Tintagel on the morrow. Sadness and Lament weighed on her heart. I will do the best I can manage for everyone!

Arthur stalked into the chamber. Everything fell further and further apart. Uther’s actions exacerbated Rodor’s opposition to Camelot’s outlook. Aborted Rebellion left Nemeth without her Crown Prince or Royal Council. Camelot’s most experienced knights lay wounded or buried from the battle. Merlin had nearly died several times. Worse still, Merlin’s status as sorcerer and Dragon Lord tainted him. How can Merlin be a sorcerer? He can barely keep from tripping over a chamber pot much less casting complex spells. Yet there he was! Somehow that woman freed the Dragon. Merlin talked with it. He has been talking with it all along? His eyes narrowed. His mind twisted in knots. His mouth twisted into a frown.

“Prince Arthur?” Gwen cleared her throat. She curtseyed to him. She discerned Consternation’s hold across his face and thoughts. Her eyes looked around for any observers. Seeing none, she stepped toward him. “I would ask if you are all right. With respect, we both know the answer already.” Her throat cleared. “My apologies about how everything looks. Where are the other servants?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. His heart skipped a beat. His breath caught in his throat. His mind eased. Worldly Troubles lessened in their impact. “This citadel has gone completely mad. George waits on my father. Britomart and Elena are sealed into the Physician’s Chambers with Gaius and that Witch’s daughter.” He shook his head. “Morgana goes to Tintagel with Prince Accolon. You are to go with her. And Merlin? I do not know what to think!” He glared around the chamber. “What? Where are the other servants? You would think there would be others?”

On cue, two other Nemethian servants rushed into the area. Each carried two covered plates in their hands. They bowed to Arthur. They set the plates on the table. Then, they walked back out into the chamber anew.

“Pardon me. I should help them…” Gwen started her curtsey. She started to turn.

“Nay! My father will not be here.” His hand touched her arm. “I know you are not Camelot’s servant any longer. I…well…”

“Sire?” Her eyebrow rose. “With respect, Prince Accolon and Morgana expect me to help them. Even if King Uther is not here, we cannot…” Anxiety had her looking all around them.

“Gwen, I think I have a say still for tonight.” Lament sagged across his heart. Inequities screamed out at him. “Maybe Morgana can talk to King Ruthbert and Prince Accolon.” Arthur bowed his head.

“Well now! I suspected that something was going on between you two.” Morgana watched them from the doorway. “It is a good thing Prince Accolon and I are out here and not the King.” She walked into the chamber.

“Morgana has raised the matter to me.” Accolon regarded Gwen. “You have the one feat at Ealdor. I can try and put that to King Ruthbert. You would still need two more. Patience. I know you are not happy with Merlin right now, Arthur. He has done you both a favor however.”

“Really? And what has that idiot done now?” A sharp snort escaped Arthur’s lips.

“Merlin’s actually a hero, Prince Arthur. Consider that. Even if Prince Kay could care less, Merlin did save his life. A servant can be raised to noble status. Merlin has earned that by deed and birthright. Do yourself a favor. Curb the insults tonight. He will be here as a guest along with the rest of us.” Accolon strolled into the chamber. He regarded her handiwork. Approval prompted a nod. “My compliments, Gwen. You have done a splendid job. Not that I would have doubted your ability in that regard.”

“Thank you, Sire.” Gwen curtseyed to Accolon. “Can I get you something?”

“I think we are all right for now, Gwen. Thank you.” Morgana peered out into the passage. She noted Merlin and Mithian’s approach at that point. “They are coming. Arthur, please restrain yourself. Seems Merlin’s been busy.”

“Busy?” Arthur shook his head at that thought. “I am afraid to ask at what.” Granted, he knew well of Merlin’s capability at running a household. “Princess Mithian probably….”

“I probably could what, Prince Arthur?” Mithian maintained a calm façade. Respect prompted the royal nod for him, Accolon, and Morgana. “It has been a busy day as you know.” She walked about the chamber. “Where are Cassandra and Michael? I thought King Rodor requested them to stand in for Britomart given our state of affairs?” She saw Radigund and Josiane coming from the stairs in the opposite direction. “What news? I apologize, Milady and Princess. Our servants seem not to be here.”

“Actually, Princess Mithian, they brought the covered plates. I think they went to get the rest of them? They did not ask me to help them. Pardon me, Princess.” Gwen bowed her head.

“Thank you, Gwen. I appreciate your telling me that. Queen Radigund, Princess Josiane, welcome! I believe we are waiting for King Rodor, Prince Kay, and King Uther.” Mithian nodded to Radigund and Josiane.

“My father is being served in his chambers. He did not wish to join us tonight.” Arthur looked over Merlin. “Your jacket looks as good as new. Magic?”

“Actually, Sire, aye. It is.” Merlin bowed to Arthur. “Pardon me, Prince Accolon, Lady Morgana. Queen Radigund, I meant no offense.” He added another such gesture to the others as well. “I managed to fix my jacket and tunic for dinner. I have done the same in the past for your clothes as well…and your armor…and the floor…and….”

Arthur put up his hand. “I get the point, Merlin.” His eyes rolled. “Thankfully, my father is not here to hear that. You really used to do those things right under our noses?”

“Yeah, I did.” Merlin cleared his throat. “I could tell you about every one of them….?”

“Nay, Merlin. It’s all right,” Arthur declined. Sour Taste burned in his mouth and throat.

“He should, Prince Arthur. You might come to understand that magic has its uses much as a sword or crossbow do.” Radigund narrowed her eyes at him. “Pity your father did not elevate Merlin to a knight or advisor. I have known of Merlin’s worth for several seasons now. So have Prince Accolon and Princess Josiane. Malodius guards us outside.”

“I have seen good and bad uses of all weapons and techniques, my Friends.” Josiane rubbed Merlin’s arm. “I believe you are wise in spite of your deception, Merlin.”

“In some ways. In other ways, my loyalty is not an act.” Merlin nodded to Arthur once again.

“We know that, Merlin. So, the rumors are true then? You really use magic?” Gwen swallowed hard. She’d taken in what the others had said around herself. Memoria recalled his words to her from the stocks. “I am more than I seem.” “So, this is the secret you talked about that day at the stocks?”

“Yeah. It is. I…” Merlin stopped. “Sire?” He bowed toward the door.

The others noted Rodor as well. They nodded or bowed as appropriate.

Dinner was about to begin….

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Chapter 36

“Thank you all for coming. Please! Take your seats!” Rodor slid into a high back wooden chair. “Michael and Cassandra should return shortly.”

“Allow me, King Rodor. I can begin serving the meals.” Gwen set plates before Mithian, Radigund, Accolon and Rodor. “I can fill everyone’s goblets as well.” She poured wine for all but Radigund and Josiane. She poured water as per Radigund’s request. A unique drink flowed from the emerald bottle for Josiane’s consideration.

“Thank you, Gwen. I appreciate it! Ah! Here they are now!” Rodor allowed Michael and Cassandra to set the remaining plates before the guests. “Thank you all. Michael, Cassandra, that will be all for now.” He waited for them to depart.

“Gwen, please stay. I believe some of this will concern you as well,” Morgana indicated.

“Pardon me, Sire? Where is Prince Kay?” Mithian considered Kay’s vacant seat. Concern and Alarm raised in her tone. She noted Grim Expressions taking hold on the guests’ faces. “Is there something we should know?”

“Gwen, can you close the door? This is a matter I wish to keep in here although I suspect the entire citadel knows.” Rodor took a deep draught from his goblet. He waited for her to do so. “Thank you. It has already been a dire enough day as it is. Except for Merlin and you, Daughter, everyone else here already knows. We nearly had a coup tonight.” He exhaled a deep breath. Failure and Sadness choked off his voice.

“Coup?” Mithian stared at her father. Panic chilled her heart. “Father? What?” She looked about the table. Confirmation etched itself into every face around the table. “What happened?”

Merlin looked about the chamber. Downcast expressions raised questions. Questions raised within his mind. “Sire? Prince Accolon? Prince Arthur? Lady Morgana?”

“Merlin…” Arthur shook his head. Ramifications of Uther’s policies had unsettled everything in Nemeth. “People…well…” A frown twisted his features. Disagreement with Rodor’s policies burned at his mind.

“People what?” Mithian pressed. “This would not be anything King Uther provoked, would it?” She turned to Rodor. “Sire?”

“Not directly.” Rodor shook off any potential accusation. “Unfortunately, his actions along with those of King Ruthbert have emboldened the hardliners. Prince Arthur, Prince Accolon, Lady Morgana, my apologies. I know that you made no attempt to destabilize matters here. I appreciate that. I wanted you to know that.”

“Thank you, Sire.” Accolon exhaled a heavy breath. “With respect to my father, he and I argued about the healer’s death. He decided to follow King Uther and the Witch Finder’s decision. As he is my King, I cannot say any more about that. It is his decision.”

“Pity.” Morgana’s eyes looked to Gwen and then back to Rodor. “King Uther suspects a witch and everything stops. Gwen was nearly burned at the stake in Camelot. Her father died because of that.” She shook her head. Apology and Guilt dragged on her face and spirit.

Arthur glared at Accolon and Morgana. “Morgana! Please! Do not talk about Father….” He started to reply. Denial rebutted this brewing account. Loyalty prepared a defense of Uther’s prerogative. “She used magic! We…!”

“AS I HAVE TOLD KING UTHER AND KING RUTHBERT BOTH, THIS IS NEMETH! NOT CAMELOT! NOT TINTAGEL! I ALLOW SORCERY HERE AS LONG AS IT IS USED FOR GOOD PURPOSES AND THE SORCERERS CO-EXIST!” Rodor ground his teeth. “It seems that certain people take their lead from such ideas, Prince Arthur! Your servant told Prince Kay about Gwen and you. Prince Kay went to King Uther behind my back with a proposal to marry Princess Mithian and you, Prince Arthur. He sought to advance his own agenda and secure his place at Princess Mithian’s and my expense.”

“Princess, I found out as you did.” Arthur shook his head. He shook his head.

“Servant?” Merlin stiffened. “King Rodor, I would not….” He put his hands on his chest. His eyes swept over the other faces therein. “Gwen?”

“I had no idea either, Merlin.” Gwen shook off the notion. She motioned back toward Rodor. Furthermore, a curtsy added Respect’s emphasis as well. Somehow, she averted her eyes away from Arthur and toward the throne. “George?”

“It was not you, Merlin.” Arthur twisted his lip. “I know you blurt things out and sometimes can do things. And that is not talking about your sorcery…. Gwen’s right. It had to be George.” He sucked in a deep breath. And Father thought George would be a better servant than Merlin? I mean…really? Somehow, he kept a straight face in that regard.

“That is who Prince Kay indicated. I have told King Uther to deal with him. Much to my surprise, Uther has agreed.” Rodor raised an eyebrow. “Queen Radigund? Prince Accolon? Can you tell us what you found?”

“Aye.” Radigund turned to Mithian. “Princess, Prince Accolon, Malodius and I found your healer and Royal Council meeting with the Prince in the council chamber.”

“Your brother spoke of taking the throne for himself, Princess Mithian.” Regret weighed on Accolon’s tone. In spite of his feelings for Morgana, Friendship still held sway over him in Mithian’s regard. “He tried to stab Queen Radigund when she and the Amazons tried to stop their plot. I am sorry to have to report that.”

“He did stab me, Prince Accolon.” Radigund pointed to the hole in her armor. “I am protected against such craven assaults.” Her eyes narrowed.

“Prince Kay stabbed you. Wait! And you are still alive?” Arthur looked out Radigund’s chest plate. Disbelief widened his eyes at the hole there. His eyes rose to meet hers.

Radigund sniggered. “Aye! Not that your father would care! Not that you can admit to it.” She shook her head. “At least I can give you credit for loyalty to Uther Pendragon and Camelot in that regard.” She motioned to Merlin. “He says as much about you. Despite your issues, I know that has some truth to it. Still, Prince Arthur, be aware of your father’s ambition.”

“My father does what is best for Camelot!” Arthur sprang from his seat. “I do not need to hear this!” His eyes met Merlin’s. “You are fortunate, Merlin. Now that my father knows about your magic, he would make an example of you.” He shook his head. He nodded to the entire chamber. “Enjoy your meal. I have had enough.”

Merlin bowed his head. Disappointment sagged across his heart. Why can Arthur not understand? I used my magic to help people! To save Camelot! Uther forced me to do that!

“I am sorry to hear that. Go on then, Prince Arthur. We will see you at daybreak.” Rodor nodded in return. He watched Arthur depart. “I understand his situation. I appreciate his loyalty to Camelot and his father. Alas! I worry.”

Gwen bit her lip. Resentment and Anger billowed up in her heart. It is so unfair! Prince Arthur cannot help King Uther’s decisions! He is a good man! He will be a King for all! It is not his fault that sorcerers cannot control themselves or respect the law. Somehow, she managed her composure.

Morgana averted her eyes. Still, Gwen’s issues slammed into her mind loud and clear. Merlin’s reaction to Arthur’s outburst simply piled on top of that. She rubbed her temples to calm the building headache therein.

Accolon managed to keep his eyes on Rodor. “With respect, I can understand Prince Arthur’s feelings. I have to respect my father’s position as King, Sire. I cannot speak against him at least not openly. As Princes, Arthur and I are sworn to follow our Kings and stand with our Kingdoms before our own feelings or allies. Queen Radigund and you, I am sure, would expect Princess Mithian, Prince Kay, and Merlin to follow your example.” He nodded to Merlin. “I applaud your loyalty, Merlin. Even as Prince Arthur accused you, you did the right thing. I wish there were more individuals like yourself.”

“Prince Arthur is a good Prince, Prince Accolon. Gwen and I know that.” Merlin bowed to Accolon and to Rodor both. His eyes met Mithian’s. “I wish Prince Kay would understand my loyalty as well. I wanted to protect Camelot and my friends. That is all I can do.”

Gwen sucked in a deep breath. Merlin’s loyalty eased her mood slightly. Thank you, Merlin. I wish you did not have magic. That way, you could come back to Camelot with us.

“Indeed so, Merlin.” Rodor raised his goblet. “I would expect no less of a response from you. Princess Mithian, you and I will speak further after our meal. I have a proposal for you to consider. Gwen, open the door please. We should eat.”

Gwen did so. Objections, despite her Courtier’s mask, brewed within her at that point still. She opened the door to find two Nemethian knights standing there. She immediately stepped aside.

Rodor sprang from his seat. “Sir Oswald? Sir Hector! What news?” Dread washed over him. Please no other issue! I cannot take any more!

Oswald looked to Hector. They bowed to Rodor and the other royals. Then, he cleared his throat and started, “Sire! It is Prince Kay! He….” He sucked in a heavy breath. “I am sorry, Sire.”

“Sorry? SORRY? What has happened NOW?” Rodor stalked from his place toward the two knights. “Show me! I would see for myself. Daughter! Come with me! You all should eat. This is a vital matter.”

I hope everything is all right, Princess, Merlin told her.

I do as well. Mithian looked to Merlin again. Heart clashed with Loyalty for a few of Hourglass’ grains. Desire wanted to include him. Duty, however, demanded she follow her father’s command. Accordingly, she followed Rodor from the chamber.

Gwen and the other two servants brought out the food. Alas! Hunger had little hold over the guests at that point.

Bad news soured Appetite….

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Chapter 37 [Kay’s Chamber—Quarter of an Hourglass Turn Later]

Despair and Resentment hung heavily in the air. Possessions scattered on the floor and across walls’ length. Papers and Quills scattered across the desk. Wine-stained carpet underfoot.

Kay’s lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling. White froth ran down the sides of his mouth. Skin cooled. Disagreement with Father’s policies coupled with Failed Coup drove him to Despair. Mithian, not him, held Rodor’s ear. Pending Trial and Public Shame burned at him. Impending Exile in a far-flung Gallic province could not be borne. Oak board held more personality than Fiancée. Forced marriage’s prospect drowned his spirit. No future. No hope….

…No point….

Ywain ground his teeth. His mind attempted to wrap itself around the situation at hand. “How could this happen? HOW? They were supposed to watch him! Did they not search the chamber? How do I tell the King and Princess Mithian?” A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Potential explanations formed but then fell apart in his mind.

“Tell us what, Sir Ywain?”

Ywain stiffened. He was going to find out. I cannot believe this! On top of everything else! He composed himself with a single breath. “Sire! Princess Mithian! I…I am sorry.” He turned to face Rodor and Mithian. He bowed. “I do not understand!” He stepped aside. “Prince Kay.”

“WHAT? HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?” Rodor rushed to his son’s corpse. White foam residue and spilled goblet caught his attention. “Poison? Poison here?” He ground his teeth. Tension and Pain throbbed in his head. “NAY!

Mithian clapped her hands over her mouth. Shock and Horror numbed her thinking. Her eyes bulged. She trembled. Kay! I….

Princess? Merlin called to her. Her emotions unsteadied him.

Merlin? It….It’s Prince Kay! He’s…he’s lying on the floor! He poisoned his wine! Tears streaked her face. Master Wyngate’s still in the dungeon. Master Gaius is secured in the Physicians’ Chambers with Britomart and Elena. We have nobody to look at him.

I know some. Ask the King if I come. I am just down the passage. Merlin slipped out of his chamber. Residual headache pounded at his brain. Mithian’s pain tore at him. He leaned against the passage’s granite wall. Legs felt akin to Butter or Jelly. He ground his teeth. Gaius would have to be stuck! Wish that Wyngate was not in…the dungeon! He steeled himself step by step down the passage. Door after door passed on either side. Surroundings seemed to blur and then come back into focus. He saw the knights and Ywain by Kay’s door. “I…I’m Gaius’ apprentice. I want to help if I can.”

“Aye, Merlin! King Rodor wishes that as well. Is there no end to your skills?” Ywain ushered Merlin into the chamber. “Are you well?”

“I am all right.” Merlin steadied himself. “Sire? Princess?” He made his way to their side. He remained two strides in back of Rodor and Mithian. I wish we can get Gaius out here!

“Merlin?” Mithian’s spirit eased ever so slightly. She turned to face him. “You help Master Gaius with his cures and elixirs. Do you know about this?”

Merlin nodded. “I want to help. I do not want to intrude on King Rodor’s or your time. I….”

“That is all right, Merlin.” Rodor raised an eyebrow. Questions once more arose as to Merlin’s being in a particular spot. Still, given Wyngate’s and Gaius’ respective situations, Necessity demanded that Merlin get an attempt at the situation. “Has Master Gaius told you about poisons?”

“Gaius has told me about some poisons. I wish we had his books.” Merlin regarded Kay’s fallen form. Clammy skin and white residue off of the mouth limited potential poisons. “Gaius will want to look at that goblet, the bottle and that residue on Prince Kay’s mouth.” His fingers gently closed Kay’s eyes. Phantom pain stabbed through his left shoulder. He rubbed that spot. He flexed the arm. “Gaius will want to look at Prince Kay as well.” He collected the goblet and bottle. Suspicion narrowed his eyes. Would someone try to poison him? Or did he kill himself? A grimace contorted his face.

Her eyes met Rodor’s. Once again, Merlin had exceeded her expectations. “Aye. Father?”

“I concur.” Rodor turned to Ywain. “I want this chamber locked and secured until Master Gaius can come.” He noted Merlin’s face and posture. “Merlin? What is it?”

Merlin shook his head. “Just thinking about what this could do to Nemeth, Sire.” A troubled breath stirred up Implications’ troubling potential. “This is my fault. If I just listened to Prince Arthur and stayed back….” He bowed his head.

“If you had…?” Rodor narrowed his eyes. “Merlin, if you had done that, Prince Kay, you, and I would all be dead right now. I shudder at what Meleagant would want with Princess Mithian. The feud between Camelot and Nemeth…between Uther, my father, and me has gone on for generations. Your father and Lady Reyna were victims. As such, it is responsible for your standing as a servant. Nay. This is not your fault! If anything, it is quite the opposite! Daughter, I suppose you want to add something?”

“Aye!” Mithian grabbed onto Merlin’s shoulders. Her eyes bore deep into his and moreover his heart and soul. “You. Are. A. HERO! I know Prince Arthur does not respect your true capabilities. Even without your magic, you are so dedicated and loyal. Will you not see that? Well, I promise you this! I will never stop reminding you of that! Oh, you have rough edges requiring some work. And we will work on them. Together.” Amor pressed her onward. Her mouth hungered for his. Regality, however, held her back. “Besides, Prince Kay and those like him see things as Camelot and King Uther do. We do not! Most of our subjects do not! We just want to CO-EXIST!” She grabbed onto Merlin’s hands. “Nemeth needs your service! I need your experience to learn more about magic!” She cleared her throat. “I will wait until later for the rest.” She backed away. Mask of State again descended over her face. “Sire?”

Rodor shook her last point off. “Nay. It is appropriate. It is why I wanted you here, Merlin. Continuity is a key thing. Most count only two deeds at Shalott. I count many on your part. Then, there is your father’s role in preserving our house.” He gazed down upon Kay’s lifeless body. “What a needless tragedy. Prince Kay was an intelligent young man and gallant knight. Pity, he listened to the wrong people. Pity that his ambition overrode his common sense.” He swiped his hand across his eyes. “There is more but I will not say it out here.”

“We need a Prince, Sire.” She ran her fingers over Kay’s cheek. “I cannot inherit alone.”

“Aye. Those laws.” Rodor set his jaw. “But we have a way to meet them.” He stood up. “I wish for Prince Kay to be taken care of, Merlin. After that, we should talk about your new role. Think about that.”

Merlin raised his hand. “Eirich!” Canary flashed through his eyes.

Kay’s body rose from the floor. Akin to Feather’s alighting on the ground, it settled onto the bed.

Merlin! Please be careful! We do not need you to strain that wound. Not yet! She ground her teeth. Her eyes rolled.

“At least he can lie respectfully, King Rodor, while we await Gaius and the others. He is still a Prince.” Merlin bowed to Rodor. Prince Kay deserves respect, Princess. I may not be officially part of Nemeth yet. I still want to do the right thing. Thank you for caring.

I cannot argue since it’s for the Prince and Nemeth. I…just do not want to see you hurt AGAIN. Her eyes met his. In that heartbeat, she only knew Merlin and his situation. Everything else seemed to fall away. Her hand drifted toward his. You are special, Merlin. I am not Arthur.

Special? Merlin wrapped his head around that particular thought. I know that.

Her eyebrow arched. Spunk flashed in her eyes. Snort pushed from her mouth and nostrils. I would hope so! Not all of us are Prats, Merlin. Just remember that. She backed away. Her eyes turned back to Rodor. “Pardon me, Sire.”

Rodor assessed her. Despite his lack of access, Instinct picked up *clearly* on Developing Vibe. Her hand on Merlin’s. Merlin’s staying in place and allowing it to happen told him a great deal as well. Common interest registered on his mind. Situation’s demands and Merlin’s greater role figured into his calculus….

…and like that, Decision was made…. He knew….

“Thank you for that, Merlin. I agree with Princess Mithian. I wish you would not overly tax yourself in such ways. I know now. Please follow me. We can eat and then determine our next course of action.” Rodor led them both out of the chamber. “Nobody goes in there. Am I clear?”

“Aye, Sire.” Ywain bowed to Rodor and Mithian.

Rodor nodded to the knights. Then, he pressed on down the passage.

Merlin mulled over Rodor’s points. Mithian’s feelings stuck out in his mind.

Rubicon lay ahead yet again….

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Chapter 38 [Dining Hall—Sixth of an Hourglass Turn Later]

Morgana set her goblet down on the table. Arthur’s outbursts and Rodor’s criticisms weighed on her. King Rodor had some good points. Still, he knows Arthur would not just take that without a response. Then again, Arthur could understand everything that is going on here. This situation just keeps getting worse. What are Rodor and Mithian going to do? She forced a piece of meat into her mouth.

“Father will have to understand. We are staying a few more days.” Accolon held his goblet out. “Gwen? Can you refill my goblet?”

“Aye, Prince Accolon.” Gwen poured the desired wine. She handed the goblet back to him. “There you are, Sire.” She bit her lip. How can King Uther and Arthur leave with everything like this? Then again, that execution made things worse. People are angry on both sides. What about Merlin?

Radigund leaned back in her seat. Her elbow pressed hard on the armrest. Her eyes narrowed. The Sisterhood needs us to return. I have buried enough of them here. Yet, I cannot simply desert Rodor of Nemeth now. Merlin can help. She rubbed her chin. Maturity seemed to have made its mark on Merlin to be frank. Much as with Elena, Warrior’s Path advanced him beyond Servant’s place. A Dragon Lord, Warrior, and an administrative presence? Rodor should marry that one to Mithian. That would secure several solutions at once.

Josiane drank from her goblet. Kay’s and the Council’s treason left a bitter taste in her mouth. Necessity demanded loyal councilors and a Prince. I pray he asks Merlin. He is most worthy even if he will not admit to that! A frown twisted at her mouth. She bit into her meat.

The door swung open. Rodor hustled back into the chamber. Behind him, Mithian and then Merlin followed his footsteps. “My Friends! Pardon us. We had matters to see to.” He turned back toward the door. “Close the door. We require privacy.” He watched the door close.

“Is everything all right with Prince Kay, King Rodor?” Morgana curtseyed to him.

“Sadly nay, Lady Morgana. Thank you for your question, however.” Rodor sucked in a deep breath. “I will announce this matter in the morning. Until then, I wish for everyone to maintain their silence. Am I understood?” He turned to Blumenwald. “I want this recorded.”

“Aye, Sire.” Blumenwald bowed. Then, he held Parchment and Quill up. “I am ready.” He noted Merlin’s tunnel vision. Concern etched itself clearly across Mithian’s face. “Princess? Merlin?”

“Pardon me, Lord Blumenwald.” Mithian nearly jumped. “King Rodor can tell you about what happened up there. Merlin?” She glanced back at him. “Merlin.” She shook his arm.

“Huh? Oh. Sorry.” Merlin rubbed his forehead. He bowed to the rulers around himself. Rodor’s mysterious offer and Kay’s circumstances weighed on his mind. Arthur’s attitude toward him and his magic pierced his heart. Elaine’s pain and Reyna’s sacrifice unsteadied him further.

“Merlin?” Gwen placed her hand on his arm. “Merlin, what happened to Prince Kay?”

“I will let King Rodor tell us, Gwen.” Merlin conceded a deep sigh. He returned toward his former chair. Where do I belong? Princess Mithian says I am not a servant any longer. Will King Rodor agree? If he does, what then is my place? Will Gaius go along with this?

“Merlin, kneel by Prince Kay’s former seat.” Rodor motioned toward the empty chair to his right. “Gwen, we will take the meals now. There is one thing I have to do first.”

“Aye, King Rodor.” Surprise raised Merlin’s (not to mention a few other) eyebrows. His feet all but tiptoes. What is he going to do? I haven’t sworn any oaths or anything!

You are our subject, Merlin. Trust in Father and what he is doing. It is all right, Mithian stood beside Rodor. She watched Merlin stand before Rodor and her. Then, her nod got him to kneel. First step, Merlin.

First step? Merlin tried to wrap his head around that particular notion. He watched Rodor draw his sword. He stiffened. What does she mean by that?

Rodor regarded his newest subject. “Thank you, Merlin of Ealdor, for your service to Nemeth and Britannia. I wished to do this in front of our allies and comrades.” He took a deep breath. “Your efforts for our lands and Camelot have accomplished a great deal. Your valor and bravery raise your lot up. That is on top of your link to your father’s lineage and knighthood. It is time for your next step. Merlin of Ealdor, do you swear your loyalty to Nemeth, Princess Mithian and me above all others save the goddess herself?”

Gwen stared at the unfolding scene. Finality hit her in that moment. She would go to Tintagel. Merlin really would stay right there. Uther has isolated Arthur. Can he not understand? Arthur needs us! He does not just think of us as servants! He cares! We are friends! Merlin, WHY? Why do you have to use magic? She noted Morgana’s head shaking at her. Morgana knows about this? Really? What is going on?

As Merlin bowed his head. Instinct wanted to decline and run to Arthur’s side once more. Still, Revelation had burned that bridge. Rubicon was crossed. “I do, Sire.” He regarded Rodor’s and then Mithian’s eyes. Loyalty and Affirmation burned brightly in each of them. Acceptance, however, stood out above all at that point. His father’s place awaited him. Lifelong questions rose up anew through his head. Answers still remained out of focus. Still, he could pursue those answers. Persecution would not follow Magic’s use in Nemeth at least…

…at least not with Rodor or Mithian in charge….

“Very well.” Rodor regarded Merlin’s vow. “Thank you for your oath. I hold your loyalty and continued service as Nemeth’s subject. Next, I wish for you to take your father’s place and mantle.” He allowed the sword to linger in the air. “Prepare yourself.”

A brief nod bobbed Merlin’s head up and down. “I am ready, Sire.” I just hope I can live up to his accomplishments.

I believe you will be just fine, Merlin. Those rough edges have not stopped you from saving Camelot on a few occasions…have they? Mischief raised Mithian’s eyebrow at him. Somehow, she suppressed the snort within herself. She refused to ruin his moment. We should keep to the solemnity of the present time. Agreed?

Restraint kept him from the tell-tale nod. His eyes met hers anew. I will protect you.

I have faith that you will, Merlin. Eyes on the King now. Mithian motioned toward Rodor.

Aye, Milady. Instinct and a touch of Snark’s jab spiced Merlin’s reply in that regard. Slightest smile cracked his features.

Mithian’s hand stifled a cough in that regard. Again, her eyes motioned toward Rodor.

Rodor pressed on, “Merlin of Ealdor, will you protect Nemeth’s people no matter their social class or standing? Will you protect this citadel, your King, and Princess to your dying breath? Will you put the Common Good above your own? Will you put our safety above your own?”

“Aye, Sire.” Merlin looked to Rodor and to Mithian. Then, he bowed his head again. Duty’s mantle weighed on him in that heartbeat. Arthur’s and Uther’s pushing him away shut that door. Inevitability drew him toward Rodor. New Service awaited him. Roles beckoned to him beyond that of Servant and Shadow Warrior. Knight and Dragon Lord beckoned. Rodor’s aforementioned discussion awaited as well. And then, Heart warmed to a certain Princess as well.

Yeah, the Princess…Mithian….

Breath caught in his throat. Heart skipped (yet another) beat. Skin flushed. Room warmed at that point. He made himself continue, “Aye. I vow to protect Princess and King with my life and last breath. I vow to stand by my comrades in your service. That I promise you.”

Witnesses and allies watched this process. All recognized Merlin’s worthiness. Questions popped up as to Rodor’s motivations. Bigger issues concerned Nemeth and the throne at that point. Rebellion, Instability and certain other guests’ presence generated waves of their own. Ceremonies (at least with Rodor) remained Throne Chamber’s provenance…usually…

…apparently not in this case…

Rodor listened to Merlin with care. For several heartbeats, Resemblance reminded him of Balinor’s tone and such vows before Father’s throne a generation earlier. Regard affirmed his plan and purpose yet again. “Thank you, Merlin. I hold your vows. We await your service….” Sword’s tip tapped Merlin’s shoulders each in turn. “Sir Merlin. Rise a knight.” He sheathed his sword. Then, he held his hand toward Merlin. “Allow me.”

Mithian sucked in a deep breath. Composure maintained Mask of State. Tragedy still hung over her head. Still, Hope rode on Rodor’s plan and pending proposal. While Specifics remained unknown at that point, Desire pined for one specific ending. “Congratulations, Sir Merlin.”

“Thank you, Milady. Sire.” Merlin accepted Rodor’s offered hand. He got to his feet. He bowed to them both. Then, he turned to the others. “Your Highnesses.” He bowed to them as well.

“Sir Merlin. Pity Prince Arthur and King Rodor did not recognize that for themselves.” Morgana raised her goblet.

That is a question. Why did Prince Arthur not tell King Uther? Gwen mulled over that insight. Memoria brought several examples to mind. She walked the pitcher up to Merlin. “Would you care for some wine, Sir Merlin?”

Merlin cleared his throat. “Thanks, Gwen.” He raised the goblet up to her. “I am thirsty.”

“Indeed, Sir Merlin.” Rodor nodded to Gwen. “Then, we will have our meals.” He took a draught from his own goblet. “I trust you all enjoyed your meals?” He watched her set their plates down in front of them.

“I kept a cloth over them to keep them warm, King Rodor.” Gwen waited for Mithian and him to lift the covers from their plates.

“This is fine, Gwen. Thank you.” Mithian sampled a piece of her beef. Appreciation prompted a nod on her part. “Sire?”

“Excellent way to keep our plates warm.” Rodor took a bite of his own. “Everyone, I have news to share. It is connected to making Merlin a knight. Prince Kay poisoned himself. We found a goblet with spilled wine and an empty glass container in his chamber. Queen Radigund, Prince Accolon, Princess Josiane, I would appreciate your secrecy and support. I will have to replace most of the Royal Council.” He leaned back in his seat. Situation wore grooves and lines into his face. “I will speak with Master Gaius.” He shook his head.

“Gaius?” Morgana perked up. “Sire, Gaius is loyal to Uther and Camelot. He will not…” Then, her eyes met Merlin’s. “Wait. If you are here, then….”

“He suspects Gaius because of me.” Merlin shook his head. He took a deep draught from his goblet.

“In part. King Uther also did not approve of Master Gaius’ treatment of, or methods used with Lady Elaine upstairs. King Uther sacked him. Well, it is of little consequence. We have need of a physician and an experienced counselor. Master Gaius needs a place to practice. I trust he will wish to stay close to you, Sir Merlin. I intend to offer him that place. I will also place new councilors on the Council. Of the seven, Princess Mithian and I remain. I will offer Lady Elaine her father’s place. Princess Josiane? Perhaps you can serve us?”

Josiane stiffened. “Me, King Rodor? With respect, I am not from your kingdom. I would be viewed with suspicion.”

“That is why Father selected you. You, Milady, have perspective. You know how the world works.” Mithian took a draught from her goblet. “You have met, fought with or beside most of the rulers around the Roman Sea. You understand co-existence as well as any of us. I value your intelligence and counsel.”

“Exactly.” Rodor turned to Josiane. “Even if you are an exile, you are a visiting dignitary. You have fought beside the knights. You are educated.”

“I would support that, Princess Josiane.” Radigund chimed in. “You are skilled in many things. This world should see how you can advise others. If you were an Amazon, I would have you on my council.”

“For what it is worth, so would I.” Accolon raised his goblet. “You have a sound head on your shoulders, Princess. One day, you will regain your throne.”

“Thank you, my Friends.” Josiane raised her goblet. “To this new council, King Rodor. May I help you and Nemeth. May I be worthy.”

“HUZZAH!” the group chorused.

“I believe you will be indeed.” Rodor took another draught. “I look forward to your insights.” He looked to his right. “And what of you, Sir Merlin? I would say the same of you.”

“Me?” Merlin swallowed hard from his goblet. He looked around the table. His eyes searched out Doubt’s signs in anyone’s eyes. “I have never….”

“I believe the King sits over there, Merlin?” Josiane pointed back toward Rodor. “I agree with him. I believe you to be a worthy advisor.”

“Prince Arthur trusted you.” Gwen squirmed. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks. “Pardon me, King Rodor, Prince Accolon, and Lady Morgana, I….”

“Nay, Gwen.” Rodor raised his hand. “I believe you would know very well about Sir Merlin. Lady Morgana? Do you agree with Gwen?”

Morgana rubbed her chin. “Merlin is a brave and trustworthy companion. I do not have to tell anyone here about his dedication or loyalty. I have a question, Merlin. Did you use magic during that battle at Ealdor?”

“Ealdor?” Mithian narrowed her eyes. “Sire, I know that village. We have not been there, but I have heard of it. Merlin?”

“It is Merlin’s home village, Princess. It lies just over Camelot’s border with the Essetir. His mother, Hunith, came to Camelot for help. King Uther would not send knights. Merlin, Gwen, and I accompanied her. Prince Arthur slipped out after us. The standoff between the villagers, us, and the barbarians was a very near thing. We should have lost. A magical wind blew the raiders off of their horses and feet. We defeated them after that.” Morgana shook her head. “You made Prince Arthur think it was your friend, Will, who cast that spell.”

“You cast it, did you not?” Gwen slipped out.

“Aye. Did I have a choice? Will said that to protect my secret. He died protecting me.” Merlin leaned back in his seat. “And now, I have to tell her that I am here now.”

“She and you should have been here all along, Sir Merlin.” Rodor raised an eyebrow. “My father, King Lyfrank, wanted Sir Balinor to bring Lady Hunith here. He was about to do so. King Uther threatened war against us to get to Sir Balinor. He talked to my wife and me. Then, he fled to the north. We have not seen him since. He did want to go back for your mother. He did not want to bring danger to Ealdor. Obviously, he did not know about you.”

“Mother would never talk about him. She and I were family for each other. I am still trying to deal with Father being a Dragon Lord and a knight here.” Merlin started to get up. “Gwen, I can pour for myself. That…”

“Gwen, you’d best fill the goblet yourself. Sir Merlin does not understand court protocols. He and I appreciate that.” Morgana overrode Merlin’s point. She shook her head at Merlin. “Apologies. I realize that we are still friends. Still, wre out here in the open with royals.”

“Sir Merlin just did not understand, Morgana. I find it refreshing that he remains grounded in his outlook.” Mithian turned to Merlin. It is all right. We do treat the servants with respect here, Merlin. I have a similar standing with Britomart.

Thanks, Princess. Merlin raised his goblet toward Gwen. “Thank you.” Apology lit up in his face and tone.

“You’re welcome, Sir Merlin. Thank you.” Gwen poured the goblet. Understanding creased a smile across her features. Then, she retreated to the corner.

“That leaves one last matter.” Rodor took a last bite of meat. “Princess Mithian, Lord Blumenwald, you and I will speak on that in private, Sir Merlin. For now, let us enjoy Michael’s creation.” He washed that notion down with still more wine.

Merlin bit into his meat. What is that matter? He made me a knight in front of everyone. We discussed more personal things that I’d expect. Uther sacked Gaius too? Really? His eyes met Mithian’s and then the others’ around the table.

Something big was coming….

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Chapter 39

Dinner ran its course. Somber outlooks dampened attempts at conversation. Within a sixth of the hourglass, Radigund, Accolon, and Morgana retired to their chambers. Gwen worked with her Nemethian counterparts to clear the table and clean the chamber.

Rodor, Mithian, Merlin, Josiane, and Blumenwald had other matters at hand….

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[Council Chamber—Half of an Hourglass Turn Later]

Rodor allowed the others to take their seats. Details weighed heavily on his mind. Preferences would allow Merlin to ease into Nemethian politics and the court. Galahad, Ywain, Josiane, and Lancelot could assess Merlin’s skill with the blade. Hunith needed to be brought to Whitgate in short order for her own protection. Interest perked within Mithian toward Merlin. Obvious Bond had formed between them. She and Merlin seemed to cast frequent looks to one another. Magic manifested within her. Will they accept what I have to ask? How will Master Gaius react? They are close. I wish I could ask Master Gaius to come. I do not trust Uther enough to ask Sister Nimue to take the spell off of the door. I will not allow Lady Elaine to come to any more harm. Poor girl! He shook his head.

“Sire?” Mithian placed her hand on his arm. “Do you need some air? Perhaps I can do something?” She bit her lip. Situation frankly spun her mind to be honest. Granted, Queen Taene’s death only six months earlier had thrust her into a similar position. “Lord Blumenwald? Pardon me….”

“It is for the King, Milady.” Blumenwald bowed to her. “Sire?” As with Mithian, he knew Exhaustion and Tension wore away at Rodor’s stamina. Despite his objections, Appreciation gentled his disagreement. Experience noted her inquiry’s context. He understood that Respect not Ambition guided her in that heartbeat.

Rodor patted Mithian’s left hand. “I appreciate your concern, Daughter. You are always more aware of the kingdom’s and my needs. I would ask the same of you at this point.” He regarded her. Pride warmed his heart. “Pity Kay lacked such sense or discipline.” Failure sagged down across his heart. “I allowed him too much time around Camelot. I wish I had known about Sir Merlin or Lady Morgana to be honest. Uther’s madness corrupted him. Count Bernard and the others…I cannot believe they supported him in that regard. I am glad your mother cannot see this.”

Merlin stifled potential responses. Despite the sacking, Loyalty harkened to Arthur’s defense. Prejudice, however, lashed out against Magic of any kind. Mordred the Druid Boy, Tom, and Gwen all came to mind in that regard. How could I have said anything? He would not have listened to Gaius or me. Even when I saved his life, he did not care! Queen Taene’s heritage drove Prince Kay to the breaking point. Princess Mithian has magic. Gaius would have told me not to get involved. He’d have watched Prince Kay to make sure his magic was not manifesting itself. Maybe Morgana might have helped him? He mulled over the no-win situation in that case.

Merlin, I doubt very much that you could have swayed the Prince. Uther brought him down to the cave several times. That one gloated over my imprisonment. It is a shame when anyone turns their back on their own kind for duty. I do not suppose we know anyone like *that*? Kilgarrah snarked.

Merlin had little choice, Dragon. If he had spoken up in front of Uther Pendragon or the Prince, they would have killed him for it. Look at how they treat Merlin now. Camelot looks down on creatures like us, Malodius disagreed.

Mithian rubbed her forehead. Who is that? She looked about the chamber. Kilgarrah? Who are you speaking to? Merlin?

She heard you, Great One, Kilgarrah noted.

So, she did. Malodius snarled to himself. I did not think her sensitivity had reached that point. He batted at the door. Merlin, can you open the door please? I need to come in.

Okay. Princess Josiane and I can watch the door. Merlin opened the door. He watched Malodius march in. How did she…? He noticed Mithian’s brow rise. He ground his teeth. Sorry.

Who are you apologizing to, Merlin? You…. Mithian watched Malodius look at him. Then, she watched him bow toward Rodor and her. He is a mute. He cannot…! Can he? Her eyes narrowed. Malodius?

Aye, Princess. You did hear me. Malodius straightened himself. I speak telepathically. Otherwise, I communicate like any other lion. I did not expect your telepathy to be so developed. I always knew of your sensitivity. The magic in you was not like this before. It seems that Merlin has sparked development in all regards.

“Princess Mithian?” Josiane stepped forward. She looked to Merlin and then her again.

Why did you never let us know that you can speak like this? Your experience is invaluable! Mithian stroked Malodius’ mane. Father and I can use your wisdom even if such matters remain confidential between Merlin and us. Does Sir Ywain know?

Nay. He does not. Malodius mulled over that thought. Despite and perhaps because of youth and relative inexperience, her insight stunned him. Once again, Sensitivity allowed Mithian a viewpoint. Daughter’s Experience knew her father’s mind on such things. Very well. I hope to keep this between us. Lord Blumenwald and Princess Josiane, I can trust.

Thank you, Good Lion. I wish you had told us sooner. Come. Mithian led Malodius toward Rodor. “Father?”

“Hmm?” Rodor looked up from his reverie. “Oh! Mithian, forgive me. I had a great deal to think about. Why is Malodius in here? I had him guarding the door.” He surveyed the chamber. “Sir Merlin, can you come here?”

“Aye.” Merlin exchanged looks with Josiane. “Guess you are watching the door?”

“I have it, Merlin.” Josiane motioned toward the King. “He waits for you.” She stepped toward the door. “Go on.”

Merlin bowed to her. Then, he strode toward the table and the others. I hope this is the right thing to do. Given how everything else is going, who knows what the right thing is anymore? “Sire? Princess?” He bowed to them both.

“Father. I just made a discovery.” Mithian raised an eyebrow at Malodius. “Can we have the confidence of everyone please?” Her eyes met Blumenwald’s and then Josiane’s.

Rodor rubbed his chin. “That is a curious request, Mithian. Of course! I trust you. Sir Merlin? Do you know of this?”

“Aye, Sire. I do.” Merlin glanced at Malodius. “I found out earlier today.”

It is all right, Merlin. Malodius bowed his head. King Rodor, it is time. I have always understood. I never spoke to you.

Josiane blinked. “By the Prophet! You can speak?”

Rodor froze. Surprise widened his eyes. “I heard an unfamiliar voice in my head! I…” Realization pierced through the day’s fog. “Daughter? Who? I…”

“It is Malodius, Father. It seems our friend can speak after all.” Amusement pushed a slight chuckle from Mithian’s mouth. Mirth’s twinkle danced in her eye. “It seems the day has no end to its surprises!”

“He…can?” Blumenwald dropped his quill. He regarded the lion in a new light. “Sire? We have known Malodius for decades. He has never come forward until now.”

“That is a question.” Rodor turned back toward Malodius. “So, you speak with your mind? Father, Grandfather, and I would have understood. Why do you come forward now?”

I have tried to be careful. I wish to serve my King. It is easier for everyone to think of me as a silent mute. I have listened. I have kept watch. Kilgarrah and I have spoken. I have always understood. I do my duty. I just do not speak. I did not want to stir up opposition to you. Uther of Camelot has done that on his own. Malodius bowed to the throne.

“He has indeed.” Rodor looked Malodius in the eye. Wisdom supported the expressed points. He understood the comment’s context. The attempted coup brought that to mind better than anything else. “It is a pity I cannot simply put you on the Royal Council.”

“With respect, Sire, why can we not have Malodius on the Council?” Mithian looked to Merlin, Josiane, and then Blumenwald in turn.

Rodor rubbed his chin. Mithian’s suggestion held merit. Malodius’ knowledge of the court and experience spanned almost a century. “Lord Blumenwald?”

“Sire, there is nothing that says Malodius cannot be on the Council. In fact, given our current state of affairs, I would encourage that. It is up to how public he wishes to be.” Blumenwald looked to Malodius. “Well, Malodius?”

I can communicate with anyone specifically if I wish. Perhaps we might select someone who can deal with my presence? Sir Ywain would be a worthy choice. I wish I knew Sir Lancelot better, Malodius pointed out.

“Lancelot and I are friends. He stood with me against a griffin,” Merlin chimed in. Enthusiasm perked his spirits up. He and Lancelot could adjust together. “Maybe Sir Ywain can speak to him?”

“Aye. He could indeed. Perhaps though, Malodius might speak with Ywain first? That is an idea. I will dispatch riders to Riversmore as well. Lady Blancheflor is Aethelwald’s heiress. She has great wisdom. I trust her words and judgment. Her loyalty is not in doubt.” Rodor motioned to Blumenwald. “We should dispatch a messenger to Riversmore after Camelot’s departure.”

“Aye, Sire. Sir Galahad will know them. As I recall, Lady Blancheflor is sympathetic to magic. She knows Malodius?” Mithian recalled.

“Aye she does.” Rodor walked over to Malodius. His hand patted the latter’s head. Approval shone in his eyes. “Very well, Master Lion. I would welcome your counsel.”

Thank you, King Rodor. Malodius bowed.

“Now we have the other question to consider.” Rodor turned to Merlin and Mithian.

Seemed that everything was coming out….

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Chapter 40

“Sire?” Mithian fought back self-consciousness. Her mind pondered the situation’s deeper implications. “What question is that if I may ask?”

“It is a question of continuity.” Rodor leaned back in his seat. “The past fortnight’s events have gutted Nemeth’s fortunes. We have had to bury a great many knights including a few of our very best. Your brother, Master Wyngate, and the rest of the Royal Council betrayed our trust. Uther Pendragon’s and Ruthbert of Tintagel’s plotting divides our people’s thinking. The way to counter that is with our own strategy. I am filling the vacuums in our council and in continuity. Ladies Elaine and Blancheflor would inherit their elders’ seats. Sir Merlin, you are Sir Balinor’s son and a hero in your own right. The rest of us can help you all.”

“With respect, Sire, I can do my best. I do not know what I would say in a council,” Merlin hedged. Insecurity ate at him. Arthur’s confidence and bellowing seemed to run hand in gauntlet with one another in that regard.

“I know you will. You certainly stood at the Prince’s right hand, Sir Merlin. I think you have the skill.” Rodor softened his expression and tone. “I realize how overwhelming this must be for you. Up until just a few turns of the hourglass ago, Gwen, Master Gaius, Lady Morgana, and yourself were all part of Camelot’s court. Your magic and secrets were still intact. I had hoped matters here would not have turned out as they did. In normal times, you would still be serving and protecting Prince Arthur. Kilgarrah would still be imprisoned in Camelot. Master Gaius would return to be Camelot’s Court Physician.” He sucked in a deep breath. “These are not normal times. Sir Merlin, you are a special individual in so many ways. As Princess Mithian observed, your outlook toward Gwen stands out in that regard. Everyone here knows about your virtues. There will be a learning period for you as there is for any of us.” His eyes met Mithian’s. “Daughter?”

“Aye, Father?” Mithian managed to stand straight and tall. Nervous butterflies batted about in her stomach. Chills ran up and down her spine. She shared Merlin’s insecurity. Another trial by fire loomed in front of herself. Questions bubbled up in her head over these challenges.

Rodor patted Mithian’s arm. “You will learn about magic from Sir Merlin. In turn, you will reassure him about governance and your mutual concilliar duties. Your bond with him is unique. I saw that on the plaza earlier. You help each other.”

“Father, of course Sir Merlin and I will work together.” Mithian sucked in a deep breath. Tension melted away with those thoughts. A smile spread across her face. “Whatever you require. I am sure Sir Merlin will help me.”

Merlin muddled through Rodor’s and Mithian’s respective words. He studied their faces. Mutual agendas lay in his mind. “I learned to serve Prince Arthur. I will do the same for you both.”

“Aye. You will.” Rodor stood up from his seat. He walked over toward Merlin. “Can I be frank with you?”

Merlin kept a straight face. Memoria recalled such moments at Camelot’s court. Arthur would yank him aside to set him straight about some aspect or another. Uther, when he said such things to others, left nothing to the imagination. Rather, Point (and Threat) remained clear and on target. That tendency crackled in the air about the citadel at that juncture. He talks about continuity. He has a question but is building up like this? He nodded.

Really, Merlin? He is a King. You are a knight. He is speaking to Princess Mithian and you in such ways. I believe it is for one purpose. Surely, you both can figure out what that is? Kilgarrah snarked.

One purpose? King Rodor’s speaking to us. Princess Mithian can hear us talking. Merlin cleared his throat. His eyes met Mithian’s and then Rodor’s. “Pardon me.”

Mithian nodded to him. Thank you, Merlin, for that consideration. I wish I knew as well.

“That is quite all right.” Rodor placed his hands behind his back. He paced back and forth. His eyes went to every part of the chamber but on Merlin and Mithian. “What do you think of Princess Mithian, Merlin?”

“Princess Mithian?” Merlin rubbed his chin. He mulled over his next words. Still, his heart skipped a beat in spite of Better Intentions. For some reason, Parch claimed his mouth. His throat tightened up. Words refused to come. Still, his eyes took every inch of her in.

“With respect to the King, aye, Sir Merlin, I do believe he asked that question?” Mithian jabbed. Anticipation (and perhaps a bit of Snark) spiced her words. Authority prompted an answer. Her smirk teased and cajoled. Still, Inner Girl trembled. Princess’ Questions demanded answers….

…Inner Girl sought Truth. His vibes strummed Link’s strings akin to Master Harper….

“I do not want to offend, Princess. I…” Insecurity now resumed its assault on Merlin. He squirmed ever so slightly. Chamber seemed to warm significantly around himself. “Is it warm in here?” His eyes darted about the area.

“I am fine, Merlin.” Josiane motioned back toward Rodor and Mithian. “I believe they asked you a question.” Her eyes twinkled at him as well. “Perhaps there is a magic greater than yours?” Her fist stifled a cough.

“Honesty, Merlin, is always best, I believe?” Mithian raised an eyebrow.

Merlin nodded. Consideration assessed Mithian yet again. Warmth increased. Spot Fires brightened. His heart beat faster still. A deep breath composed him. “I just do not get it. You are…beautiful. You actually can hold a conversation unlike many other women at court. You are kind. You care. You do not look down on anyone. You are strong. Who would not admire how you take a problem on and deal with it? How has some Prince not committed to you?” He bowed his head. “Too blunt.”

Mithian stared. Despite knowing his emotions, Description blew her away. Rejection’s countless stabs stung her heart. Other suitors’ “Prince in Petticoats” and “Tom Boy Princess” remarks left her cold and wounded. Prospects dried up following Accolon’s engagement. Merlin, however, recognized her talents as strengths. Joy’s tears welled up in her eyes. Friendship and more warmed her. Thank you, Merlin.

“Why, Sir Merlin? I believe you answered my question.” Rodor glanced toward Blumenwald. They exchanged nods. “Actually, many have said nay to her. They cannot take her strength and forthright manner. They want someone who will sit quietly, weave tapestries, and bear children. Queen Taene and I never wanted that for her. I fear now that her sorcery has manifested, nobody will come forward.” He regarded her. “It breaks my heart as a King and father, Sir Merlin, to see such value disregarded.”

Merlin shook his head. “I just do not see that, Sire. I….” His heart wrenched against itself. “She would be the Crown Princess now?”

“Aye she is that. She is not a prize, Sir Merlin.” Irritation crept into Rodor’s tone. Hint dropped in his words and tensed posture.

“Nay! I…” Merlin ground his teeth. Can I bollocks that up any worse? Bloody Hell! “Now I insulted her. I raised my voice to you. I…” He cleared his throat. “I did not mean to cause offense. I was… remembering …where the Princess is here at court. I know where I am.” He squirmed yet again. “I do not understand how they cannot see her.” He bowed his head. A sharp breath rasped from his mouth.

Blumenwald nodded. His quill scratched a few notations on the parchment.

“I know that. Thank you, Sir Merlin, for your explanation.” Rodor turned to Mithian. “Well, Daughter?”

Mithian stood transfixed. Merlin’s words and emotions held her fast. Her hands clapped over her mouth. Disbelief numbed her. Someone valued her. A man valued her… “I wish….” She bit her lip. “Father, I know what a privilege you have given me. Other than Prince Accolon, some of the suitors were….so terrible. Prince Arthur’s situation has made that painfully obvious that others do not have such choices. So, thank you.” She squeezed Rodor’s hands in her own. Gratitude impressed her lips across his knuckles.

She can say that again. Merlin’s mind wandered toward his former Prince. Ever since they’d accompanied Hunith back to Ealdor, Interest seemed to spark between Arthur and Gwen. I wish she had more tasks. Maybe then, Prince Accolon and Morgana would let her go. Yeah, Arthur’s a cabbage head. He deserves better.

A noble thought. Pay attention, Merlin. Malodius rubbed up against Merlin’s leg.

Cabbage Head? Playful snort jabbed over their Link.

She had to hear that. Of course, she heard that! Merlin’s teeth ground against each other. His eyes met Mithian’s. He noted her raised eyebrow. Mirth’s twinkle eased Anxiety’s jabs in that regard. I care in spite of his hating me for my magic. All right?

I know. I have never heard a valet who thinks of his master as a Cabbage Head or what was the term I heard earlier? Clot Pole? Mithian jabbed at him. Perhaps one day, Prince Arthur will understand. Today, however, is for us. I am about to say this to Father. Then, she turned back to Rodor. “Thank you.”

“I wish Kay had learned such humility and gratitude. You have earned such regard, Mithian.” Pride shone in Rodor’s eyes. “Look at yourself. Even today…even on the worst day in Nemeth’s recent history…you stand strong. Since the Queen’s death, I have had to thrust so much onto your shoulders. You take on far more than anyone of your age should have to deal with. You learn every day. You value everyone and want to know more about them. I appreciate you. As you gain experience, remember these things.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I see you have made your choice.”

Mithian summoned up Courage’s support. She sucked up a deep breath. “I have, Father.” A smile spread across her face. Hope pushed her onward. “Sir Merlin.” Another deep breath punctuated her revelation. She turned to Merlin.

“Me? You would pick me? I…” Merlin stared at her. Words failed him yet again. Disbelief refused to let that notion register in his mind. “I am not worthy. I….”

“You are too humble for your own good, Merlin.” Mithian shook her head. “The hero of Nemeth. The last Dragon Lord. Perhaps the Greatest Sorcerer of our Generation? You could be arrogant. You could be a bullheaded Prat. Well, you are not. You sacrifice. You think of others before yourself. You suppress your own gifts to serve your former Prince. Even now, I guess you think about your mother back in your home village? You defy orders to protect Britannia itself. You have all of the qualities. Rough edges…but qualities…Nemeth needs a Prince with said qualities. I need a partner with said qualities.” As she had with Rodor, she took Merlin’s hands in hers. She kneeled before him. “I. Want. You!” Her eyes dove into his pools. Her exclamation pierced his brain, heart, and soul.

Merlin cleared his throat. He struggled with the fact that Mithian, a Crown Princess…someone with everything to offer…wanted him. His magical peer... The woman who’d healed him. The woman who valued him. She insisted on him. He trembled in spite of himself. “I need you to stand, Princess.” He tugged her to her feet. “We would be equals. Other than King Rodor, you never kneel before anyone else.”

Tears streaked Mithian’s cheeks. Her heart flip flopped. “You are making my point, Merlin. Aye. Thank you. And your mother will be part of our court as well. Father?”

“Indeed.” Rodor nodded. “I insist that she live here with us. My father made that grant to your father. I am more than happy to extend it to her as well. Now, I believe there is the question?”

“Yeah…that.” Merlin’s throat cleared (yet again). He raised her hands to his own face. “Aye, Princess. I will be that partner for you. I will serve Nemeth.” Acceptance and Amor prompted his lips’ seal of Vow and Troth across her knuckles. He touched foreheads with hers. Always and forever, Princess.

Always and forever, my Prince. You will never need to hide again. You are never alone again. Mithian squeezed his hands more firmly. Her vow resonated in their minds.

Mist clouded eyes around the chamber (and, in Kilgarrah’s case, beyond—just don’t try to get him to admit it, Good Reader). Blumenwald’s quill scratched details for Nemeth’s Annales. Josiane remained stolid. Her thoughts and heart flew back toward Hampton and Boeve. Malodius rubbed up against the couple’s legs. Rodor savored and treasured the scene.

“Sire, thank you.” Merlin bowed to Rodor. “I appreciate this. I promise to do my best and take care of Nemeth and the Princess.”

“I am sure you will, Sir Merlin. Thank you for your promise. I hold it now. Lord Blumenwald, please note that he is now Crown Prince-Elect Merlin.” Rodor clapped Merlin’s shoulder. “This is what I meant by continuity. We should see to Lord Merlin’s coronation and the wedding as soon as possible. We will bury Prince Kay in a discreet fashion. At least, we will not have to put him on trial with the others. I will deal with them after Camelot’s departure. For now, we should request that Prince Accolon and Queen Radigund remain. We will need their testimony and the others who saw the traitors.” He looked to Josiane and Malodius. “I will speak to Sirs Galahad and Ywain. We should be vigilant for any sympathizers.”

“I have all of that, Sire.” Blumenwald wrote down the last of Rodor’s instructions.

“Now we should see to Lady Elaine, Master Gaius, and the Amazons’ healer, Elena.” Rodor motioned toward the door. “We should all go together. I have one more thing to do up there.” He opened the door and headed into the passage.

“Shall we see to them, Merlin?” Mithian led Merlin out into the passage. “Princess Josiane? Malodius?” She motioned for them to follow.

Continuity had started its healing. Now to see it through….

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Chapter 41 [Physicians’ Chambers]

Gaius studied a dog-eared tome. Frustration had long since set in. Cures therein lacked the necessary potency. Piled books and used bowls attested to previous efforts. How could Wyngate have given her that potent of a dose? Good grief! He looked up toward Lady Elaine, Britomart, and Elena. “Any change?”

Britomart dabbed Elaine’s forehead. “The milk thistle and rosemary stopped the discharge from her fingers. Her skin is regaining its complexion and color.

“I will have another batch ready shortly.” Elena mashed away at another herbal mush. Purpose pushed her hand and pestle at the mixture. “Check her eyes!”

Britomart forced Elaine’s left and then right eyelids open in turn. “It is lighter pink now. Her breathing is less erratic.” Her hand touched Elaine’s wrist and then neck. “Her pulse is calmer.”

“That is good news.” He closed the tome at hand. “Let us see. Shall we?” He forced himself up from the chair. Arthritis creaked in his knees and hip as he moved toward Elaine’s bedside. “She will require that next dose in an hour more or less. Thank you, Elena. I do appreciate it.” He looked toward the now-empty other bed. Where is Merlin? I wish he would rest that shoulder! Even if it was healed completely this time, that boy will get himself in trouble. So, help me! He glanced toward the still sealed door. Whatever is going on out there? Uther would not be willing to push Rodor into a war now? Would he? He examined Elaine with care. “Her skin is warmed and not clammy. As you say, Britomart, her complexion returns to normal. Lady Elaine is going to be all right.” He sucked in a deep breath. “Thanks to both of you for your assistance.”

“Lady Elaine did not deserve that abuse, Master Gaius.” Elena brought the bowl and next dose over to the bedside. “Whenever she needs it.”

“King Rodor will be counting on her, Master Gaius.” Britomart watched him. “She will be the next Countess. She will be a good one. You both should see how she looked after the peasants on her father’s lands. Hopefully, there is a sensitive soul out there for her side.”

“King Rodor is a sensitive and intuitive man. I am sure he will take that into consideration, Britomart.” Gaius noted Elaine’s eyes starting to open. “I believe she is waking up.” He poured water into a small wooden cup.

“Wh…at? I…I am sorry, Father! I…keep…making…” Elaine coughed. Her eyes blurred into focus. Guilt and Inferiority destabilized Resolve. “I am still here?” Her eyes bulged. “Please no more of those mushrooms! I…cannot…”

“Relax, Lady Elaine. I can assure you. Nobody is going to do that to you again. Britomart, Elena, and I will make sure of that.” He held up the cup. “Can you drink some water? You have slept for a while.” He put the cup to her lips.

Elaine took three mouthfuls. “Th…Thank you, Master Gaius. I do not want to die like my mother.” She slumped back on the bed. “Why?” Sobs came from her.

“You will not die. Please, Lady Elaine, take a deep breath. There is a knight right outside who has been watching the door. There is an enchantment on it. We are in here until morning.” His skin dimpled. Chill elicited a shiver.
“Priestess?” Britomart bowed.

Nimue walked over to the bedside. “Well now! I see our patient lives! The goddess is pleased. Very good!”

“She helped…me?” Elaine gasped. “Why? I am not….”

“You are not…what? Worthy? Special?” Nimue patted Elaine’s shoulder. “Despite what some might think of me, I do care. I do the goddess’ service gladly. So do you. The quality of your heart and your service is second to none. The goddess watches and knows that. She will require your service once again, Elaine of Astolat.”

“I…She…? Me?” Elaine bit her lip. “I cannot deal with my father. I…care for my people. I…” She twitched.

“Nimue, please!” He shook his head at her. “Calm yourself, Lady Elaine. I am sure everything will work out.”

“Oh, it is already.” Nimue waved her hand at the door. Canary flashed through them anew. “You will soon have visitors. I believe there is someone outside who waits for word on you?”

Elaine regarded the quartet with half-open eyes. “I know King Rodor and Princess Mithian will not forget me. I wish to see Lancelot. Alas! He is nowhere near. I know not where he is.”

“Sir Lancelot? He is right outside.” Britomart rubbed Elaine’s right arm. “I will return.” She hustled across the chamber. She opened the door. “Pardon, Sir Lancelot?”

Lancelot turned from his post. “Aye, Britomart? How are you looking out now? I thought that the enchantment was to last until morning.” Concern jerked him to full attention. “Is there word?”

“There is.” Britomart studied the empty passage. “Any sign of danger?”

“Nay. All has remained quiet since Kings Uther and Rodor left.” Lancelot peered into the chamber. “How is the Lady? Is she still asleep?”

“Priestess Nimue undid the enchantment. Meantime, Lady Elaine asks for you, Good Knight. Follow me.” Britomart ushered Lancelot inside and closed the door behind them.

“Gaius? How is she?” Lancelot edged his way toward the bedside. Curiosity and Warmth pulled him closer and closer still. “Lady Elaine?”

“Lance…lot?” Elaine’s eyes flickered open. A smile spread across her face. “You…you’re here?”

“Aye, Lady. I am. I have stood guard outside the chamber.” Lancelot took Elaine’s hand in hers. “It is good to see your eyes open. You take your time and get well.” His lips kissed her knuckles.

“I…will.” A happy breath escaped Elaine. Her heart skipped beats. “I…want you as my Count and Partner...Lancelot.” Amor sparkled in her eyes. “Astolat can be your home. My…father has wronged the people. I have to…rebuild. I want you…at my side.”

Proposal weighed heavily on Lancelot’s mind. Gwen’s ghost nagged at him. Still, she remained but that for him. He had witnessed Gwen’s looks at Arthur. Her happiness remained paramount for him. Elaine offered herself to him. Caring, Warmth, and Devotion had poured from her months before. Options, however, remained few. Affection warmed his heart for her as well. Unlike Uther, Rodor opened the way to Knight’s Life.

“If it is my magic?” Elaine coughed. Her heart sagged.

“What? Nay! I know other sorcerers. One is a good friend. It is not that. I…” Lancelot started. “I wish to speak with King Rodor first. I am already exiled from Camelot for reaching above my social standing. You have been through enough, Milady.”

A knocking at the door interrupted that thought.

“I will see who that is. I do hope it is important.” Gaius meandered toward the door.

Yet another Rubicon, anyone?

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Chapter 42 [A Twelfth of an Hourglass Earlier]

Rodor stepped off the stairs and onto the upper passage’s stones. Mithian’s proposal and Merlin’s acceptance eased his mind. Josiane’s agreement to serve on the Royal Council helped him as well. Accolon, Morgana, and Radigund reaffirmed their support. Now, Lancelot, Elaine, Britomart and Gaius concerned him. Remaining Council seats awaited their counselors. Astolat awaited its new Count. His mind paired Lancelot and Elaine for that purpose. Britomart’s skill at Shalott served as her second and third heroic deeds for the Capability Laws. Hope held out for Gaius as Court Physician and Counselor as well.

Patience was a virtue after all….

Merlin followed Mithian and him into the passage. Status’ change kept his mind spinning to be honest. New kingdom, new liege, being Crown Prince Elect and engaged to her?

He hardly believed it….

Gaius will never believe it. I just hope he is all right. Merlin rubbed his forehead. First, I dodge Death. Then, Arthur and Uther sack me. Now, I am Crown Prince and engaged to Princess Mithian. It seems like a dream.

Well, if it is a dream, my Prince, we are dreaming it together. A gentle snort escaped her nostrils. I know those doubts, Merlin. I assure you. You are worthy. You are not just being used for convenience or some arranged marriage because you are a sorcerer or Dragon Lord. Prince Arthur and I share a big trait. When it comes to marriage, he and I want to marry for love. You know that about him?

Merlin conceded a nod. You can say that again! Keep this between us. He is in love with Morgana’s servant, Guinevere. Try getting Uther to allow that. His eyes rolled. You care about me? We just met.

Her eyebrow raised. You do not remember waiting on us in Camelot during our state visit? I say! You were definitely not the most skilled servant. Still, you cared. You responded to Father’s and my needs. When Mother needed extra attention, you brought her to Master Gaius’ chamber. There, you stayed up with her all night.

Merlin stopped in his tracks. Memoria recalled Queen Taene very well. Nemeth’s visit occurred during his first month in Arthur’s service. He’d struggled to recall proper plate placement. He’d somehow kept wine to its proper depth within each goblet. Nerves had nearly tripped him up on several occasions. Gwen and Britomart had dropped hints. Morgana and Rodor prompted him at certain points. Mithian smiled to ease Tension’s burden on his shoulders. Still, he recalled Taene’s suffering. Britomart and he brought Taene to Gaius’ chamber. There, the two servants helped Taene to recover. Britomart did most of it. I just sat by her side.

You did more than that, Merlin. Father and I both know that. That is why I know you are worthy for me. I saw your problems. I also knew that you cared about us and your service. A warm rush lifted up and down her back. She blushed in spite of herself. Her hand stifled a giggle. Insecurity’s butterflies batted around in her own stomach. You care now about Lady Elaine. All part of your charm.

Thanks…you have…yours too. Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. Granted, his mind ran through potential explanations for their current situation. Oh yeah! Gaius is *really* going to love this! By the way, I was healed by magic. I was carried around by a magical lion. Uther sacked me. King Rodor makes me Crown Prince. Oh, by the way, I’m engaged too to the beautiful Princess. Maybe I should just duck now?

Master Gaius will have to understand, my Prince. Aye. I overheard earlier. Congratulations, Malodius interjected.

Merlin nodded. He noted the pink in her cheeks but said nothing. Sorry.

Thank you, Merlin. Nice to know you think I’m beautiful. No other Princes…well other than Accolon…think of me like that. Her head spun as well. Purpose and events pulled the Princess down their mutual path. Feelings and warmth, however, drew her closer to Merlin.

Rodor reached the Physician’s Chamber. “Sir Mortimer? What? Where is Sir Lancelot? This is most odd.” He looked about the passage. “Odd indeed.” He knocked on the door. Then, he allowed Merlin and Mithian to join him. “I’d heard better of Sir Lancelot. I hope that nothing has come up.”

“Lancelot?” Merlin perked up. A grin spread across his face. “If he said he will be here then he should be.”

“Wait. You know him? He has…” Rodor pieced the accounts of Lancelot’s activities together. “That’s right! He was in Camelot. You and he met there?”

“Aye. He and I defeated a griffin together. I watched him win a tournament.” Merlin squirmed. His eyes rolled. Magic’s assistance with the lineage remained unspoken however….

She glanced at him. She knew he was holding something back. Merlin, is there something else?

Something else? Why would there be something else? Merlin kept a straight face. Still, akin to Another Age’s Child with the Hand in Said Cookie Jar, he averted his eyes toward the door. “Maybe Gaius might know something about Lady Elaine?”

“I am sure he will.” Rodor took in her troubled expression. “Are you all right?”

“I am fine, Sire.” She nodded to him. We should talk later, Merlin.

Great. Sure. Talk. I love to talk. Merlin waited for the door to open. Any time now, Gaius! He really did not want the argument right at that point. He felt her eyes boring into the back of his skull. Antsy fingers fidgeted with the air.

Are you like this with Prince Arthur as well? She stifled a cough with her hand. I suppose then, your ignoring his order and running off to battle was not the first time? That does not seem like a surprise. The way Father speaks of your father, he did the same thing oftentimes. I admire a sense of duty, Merlin. I do not mind*blurring* the lines for the Greater Good. We should, however, remain mindful of protocols.

Merlin shrugged off the point. Déjà vu flashed him back to discussion with Arthur in said regards. Infuriation juxtaposed with Attraction in that regard. A terse breath rasped from his mouth. His fingers tapped against the door frame. Come on, Gaius.

This arrangement would have its challenges to be sure…..

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Chapter 43

Gaius opened the door. “King Rodor? Princess Mithian? MERLIN!” He managed a bow. “Pardon me! You should all come in! Come in! We have splendid news!” Relief eased his mind. Bad news stewed within himself. Lectures (as always) came together in his head.

“As you can see, Prince Elect Merlin is quite well. Everything is taken care of, Master Gaius. You and I need to speak on things. I believe he and you now have a home here in Whitgate. I would like you to serve as my Court Physician. Just consider that as we look in on Lady Elaine,” Rodor informed him.

“Prince Elect, is he? That is news indeed.” The Eyebrow arched at Merlin. Questions bubbled up in Gaius’ mind. “It is sudden. With respect, Your Highness, I thought your traditions allowed for a mourning period?”

“Indeed under normal circumstances, you would be correct, Master Gaius. However, given the situation, I have to consider the entire picture.” Rodor looked Gaius in the eye. “It is a good point. Now, however, is not the time. I would see your patient and ask to Sir Lancelot’s whereabouts.”

“Sir Lancelot is here in the chamber, King Rodor. Lady Elaine is awake and wished to see him. I thought it best to honor her request. Princess Josiane is right inside the door watching everything.” Gaius opened the door still wider. “Come in and see for yourself.” He bowed to Mithian. “Princess. Prince Elect Merlin.” The Eyebrow rose higher. His eyes narrowed still further. Lecture gained a few more barbs for later.

Yeah. This is going to be something else. Merlin shook his head. He followed the others into the chamber. “Lancelot is here?”

“He is with Lady Elaine. Your arm, I see, is still better? I do wish you would rest it.” Gaius inspected Merlin’s left shoulder. “Pardon me, Sire. I wanted to make sure.”

“Of course!” Rodor regarded Merlin. “We should take care with such wounds. Magic or not, it will require rest and lighter use for a while. Am I clear, Prince Merlin?”

“Aye, Sire.” Merlin felt the three pairs of eyes looking at him. “I do not want to lose my arm over it.”

“Considering what happened downstairs, I would think that would make you think twice. With respect, Sire, I might keep watch on him?” Mithian cleared her throat. Her eyebrow arched at Merlin. I want you around for a long time, Merlin.

“That would be appropriate as well.” Rodor nodded. “Ah! Sir Lancelot!”

“Sire! I…MERLIN?” Lancelot rushed over from Elaine’s side. He bowed. “Pardon me. Lady Elaine wished to speak with me. Princess Josiane is watching the door while we did so. Also, I did not know Merlin was here.”

“Very well, Sir Lancelot. We should not deny Lady Elaine. Prince Merlin was just saying that you two met in Camelot and had an adventure?” Rodor supposed.

“Aye. Mer…Prince Merlin…had more to do with it than I did. He enchanted a lance. I used it to kill a griffin. In the end, Uther expelled me. He…well did me a favor.” Lancelot rubbed the back of his neck. “And you are a Prince now?”

“Yeah. It is a long story.” Merlin motioned back toward Rodor.

“Oh? Did he now?” Rodor glanced at Merlin and then at Lancelot. “I would like to hear about this.”

“Aye. Well it is quite a tale indeed.” Gaius frowned at Merlin. Then, he turned back toward Lancelot and Rodor.

Lancelot bit his lip. “I wanted to be a knight as you know, Sire. I had the necessary feats before getting to Camelot as you know. I hoped to compete in King Uther’s tournament. I did not have the pedigree for entry.”

Rodor raised an eyebrow. “And you found a way in anyhow. Does this anything to do with why you were expelled from Camelot, Sir Lancelot?”

“Aye, Sire. I saved Prince Merlin’s life from the griffin the first time. He wanted to repay the Life Debt by helping me. So, he…got creative.” Lancelot cleared his throat.

“Creative?” Mithian nodded. Interest perked up in her eyes. “Aye. I am sure Prince Merlin can be quite creative when he wishes.” She turned toward Merlin. “I would like to hear the account myself at some point.”

“Repaying a life debt? This must have been some favor indeed.” Rodor rubbed his chin. “And what is it that the Prince did for you, Sir Lancelot?”

“He…” Lancelot sucked in a deep breath. Apology glinted in his eyes. I am sorry, Merlin. I told you at the time. “He created a lineage for me. He made me the fourth son of some distant lord. King Uther suspected and the ruse was discovered. I was banished. I, however, did return to help Merlin against the griffin.”

You did WHAT? MERLIN! That is a serious offense! Mithian winced. Bad Outcomes flooded her mind over that situation. Hopes teetered toward Disaster’s edge. That’s why you would not simply come out with it earlier?

I would not ask you to hide it. All right? At the time, I thought I had a good reason. Lancelot was a good knight. He just needed a chance! “He did try to talk me out of it, Sire,” Merlin interjected.

“I see. Thank you for standing up for him in that regard, Prince Merlin.” Rodor pondered the matter for a few heartbeats. Then he pressed on, “You are quite fortunate that King Uther did not have you both executed for this matter. He, Prince Arthur and I have spoken on the matter. I am aware of your banishment, Sir Lancelot. Now I know the specifics. Thank you for being honest with me about it. Prince Merlin and I will speak on this soon enough. Whereas King Uther refused to hear your case, I believe you are worthy of your rank and title. I am inclined to grant leniency due to extenuating circumstances and the fact that said knighthood was used to save Camelot. However, I will not tolerate such fabrications here. Am I clear?”

“Perfectly clear, Sire. Thank you.” Lancelot bowed to Rodor.

“Very well.” Rodor flicked a sideways glance at Merlin. “Priestess Nimue?”

“Aye, King Rodor?” Nimue looked to Rodor. She offered a nod.

“When we have the discussion, I would like you to be there as well. Perhaps you remind Prince Merlin about magic and its implications?” Rodor requested.

Satisfaction prompted a smile across Nimue’s lips. “Of course. Magic should be taken seriously. It should also be used for the right reasons.” She punctuated the response with a firm look at Merlin.

Merlin bowed his head. Words failed him at that point. A lecture from Nimue of all magical beings? Irony loved that…to be sure….

“I wish to speak with Lady Elaine and you, Sir Lancelot. Let us see to her. Nemeth’s needs right now take precedence.” Rodor led them toward Elaine’s bedside.

Yeah. This is going to be some discussion. Merlin sucked in a deep breath. He hung his head. He squirmed in discomfort.

Some of us have told you to take care in such matters, Merlin, Kilgarrah jumped in.

I would agree, Master Dragon. My earlier point stands, Merlin. Mithian shook her head. Temptation might have led her to attempt something similar on Britomart’s behalf. Rodor’s point, however, reminded her of the reasons against such moves. Then, she turned to Elaine. “Milady!”

“Princess Mithian? Sire? Pardon me. I would curtsey but….” Elaine managed to bow slightly at the waist. “Still…too weak.” She slumped back onto the mattress. “Thank you. I know you are…busy. You should not bother yourself with me.”

“Bother? Why would you say that, Lady Elaine?” Rodor stared at her. “I care for everyone in the realm. Besides, what your father did to your mother and you is unforgivable! I am glad to see your eyes open. I promise you will not have to go through that again. I am also making you Countess of Astolat. You will your father’s former seat on the Royal Council as well.”

“Oh? Thank you! I worried I would be homeless! I wish…I could apologize for Father. I…do not want him dead. I….” Elaine took Rodor’s hand. Loyalty and Gratitude prompted her to kiss his knuckles.

“Such sentiments are to your credit, Lady Elaine. I appreciate that. In addition, I wish to offer you the hand of a noble knight in marriage as well.” Rodor extended his hand toward Lancelot. “Sir Lancelot would be a good husband, I believe.”

Elaine’s eyes brightened. “Aye, Sire! If I can say so…I just asked him. Sir Lancelot wanted to speak with you first. I would like him to be my husband and partner. Pardon me for being so bold.” Embarrassment colored her cheeks.

Merlin looked to Lancelot and then out the door. Gwen is still here with Morgana. I hope Lancelot is over his feelings for her. Concern guided his eyes toward the door, passage, and guest quarters beyond them.

“Well now! Why would I not think such coincidence to be a good thing?” Rodor beckoned Lancelot forward. “Sir Lancelot? Thank you for considering my prerogative in this matter before giving your answer. I can assure you that I agree with the Lady’s proposal. You came here in search of such things. This is your opportunity. I have need of you there.”

Lancelot weighed his answer. Pressure bore down on his shoulders. Royal Order demanded an agreement. Choice had been made for him it seemed. Gwen, I hope you will be happy. My way is clear. He took Elaine’s hand. “I am yours, Lady. My sword and my life.” His lips brushed across her knuckles.

“Thank you, Sir Lancelot! Thank you! You will see! We will be so happy on Astolat.” Elaine returned the gesture for him as well. “Our serfs and servants need a kind soul as Count. We watch the border. You will be perfect!”

Lancelot nodded. “And we shall, Lady Elaine. We shall.” His heart warmed for Elaine. Doubt melted away akin to Snow before Spring’s warmth. “Pardon me, my Lady.” He touched foreheads with her.

“You honor me. Thank you.” Elaine managed another bow for everyone’s benefit. She squeezed Lancelot’s hand with greater effort. Her spirits soared. Ponderings over improvements to the isle and people’s burdens whispered in her mind.

Rodor smiled. “Then we shall perform the handfasting within the next few days. Congratulations, you two.”

“And my congratulations as well.” Mithian nodded to them. “Now, you can build a legacy worthy of your mother, Lady Elaine.” Warmth lit up her eyes.

“That would be my fondest wish as well, Princess. Thank you for those kind words,” Elaine expressed.

“Sire, perhaps Prince Merlin could stand with us at the ceremony? I would appreciate it,” Lancelot requested.

“Aye. I think that would be a good thing.” Rodor nodded. “Prince Merlin?”

“Sure! That would be great!” Merlin grinned. “I am glad you are here and have a great place.”

Lancelot managed a bow. “Thank you, Prince Merlin. I would wish you the same good fortune. Perhaps there will be someone?”

“There is actually.” Merlin smiled. “I am engaged to Princess Mithian.” Protocol and Respect prompted a nod. He raised her hand and kissed it. “Sorry. I hope that is all right.”

“It is. Thank you, my Prince…Prince to Be…” Mithian nodded back to him. “We can speak of our good fortune and remain appropriate. Thank you, however, for respecting me. Many others would not.”

“Nor would I see you disrespected, Daughter, in that fashion. Thank you for respecting her, Prince Merlin.” Rodor nodded to Merlin.

Gaius shot him a look at that revelation. He turned to Nimue. " Is this a love spell?"

Nimue leaned close to Gaius’ ear. “I had nothing to do with it. Neither did the goddess although she approves. For once, know your place.” Sharp glare punctuated her point.

Gaius shook his head. Events pressed by too quickly for his liking. Necessity demanded such outcomes. Still, he understood his place in the greater scheme of things.

Merlin’s feelings remained split. Fortuna seemed to favor Lancelot and him. Still, Complications could make Court Life interesting to say the least. The discussion with Rodor awaited as well.

Another pounding came from the door. “SIRE! SIRE!”

No sunshine without storm….

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Chapter 44 [Guest Chambers]

Preparations and packing commenced for Camelot’s contingent. Servants emptied tunics and gowns from wardrobes. Said garb and personal effects rested in their bags. Hustled efforts conveyed said goods to waiting horses. Knights awaited the courtiers.

Haste hallmarked this departure with one exception….

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[Morgana’s New Chamber, Tintagel Guest Area]

Gwen looked about the chamber. Morgana’s dresses and personal items sat in their usual spots albeit in new places. She smoothed the evening’s gown behind the changing screen. The next day’s dress hung in the wardrobe. At least that’s done. Morgana will not have to worry about that. Uther can rant, rave, and leave. I cannot believe he is just leaving! What has come over him? I thought that rulers were supposed to have formal departures? I wish he could have spared that woman. It is not our kingdom. It caused so many problems. She shook her head. I wish I could stay in Camelot. So what if I only have the one feat? Merlin got into the royal household by saving Prince Arthur’s life.

Morgana walked into the chamber. She rubbed her forehead. Last discussions with Uther and Arthur went for naught. Civility somehow barely kept everyone from screaming at each other. Still, she and Accolon retreated before the inevitable explosion. I cannot believe Uther has to leave now! Really? He cannot even let King Rodor organize a proper sendoff? “This looks very nice, Gwen. Under the circumstances, you have exceeded yourself.”

“Oh! Pardon me, Milady!” Gwen curtseyed. “I did not see you!” Embarrassment streaked red across her face. “I just finished. Your dress for tonight is in back of the changing screen. Nemeth’s maids just finished making the bed as well. I would have done it myself.”

“You do enough for us, Gwen. I am grateful for their assistance.” Morgana walked over to the changing screen. “And you know my preference before I even do!” She sat down in front of the mirror. “I could use some wine. Perhaps you might sit down after that? I know the move to this chamber was rather sudden.”

“It was a few hours early. I was already packing. At least Prince Accolon arranged for this area ahead of time. King Rodor lent the help of his household staff, Milady.” Gwen filled a goblet with wine and handed it to her. “They just brought that in for you.” She poured herself some water and settled onto another chair. “Prince Accolon seems very nice. I have good memories of our last visit to Tintagel.”

“It is a nice place. I will be glad when he and I are married. Just think! King Ruthbert and we can help to unify the people. I want to help bring peace. So does Prince Accolon. I am glad you can see he is a good man as well as Prince.” Morgana shook her head. “I was worried to be honest.”

“Worried, Milady?” Gwen drank from her own cup. Her mind wrestled with potential issues. Morgana did not worry without reason….

…and yet she had at that point….

“Aye.” Morgana took a draught from her goblet. “Ever since we were in Ealdor, I have seen Prince Arthur and you drifting closer together. He looks to you. I can understand. You are a very capable person. You know I value your companionship. You are not simply a servant to me. The trouble is you are still a servant to our King and Prince. King Uther wishes Prince Arthur to marry someone of his station.” She shrugged.

Gwen frowned. Established Tradition bore down on her. Frustration burned. Why does it always have to come down to class? How am I going to come up with two more feats in Tintagel? How will I ever be with Prince Arthur? At least Prince Accolon gave me credit for what I did at Ealdor. Guess Merlin’s magic makes him different. Her eyes closed.

“Prince Accolon respects you. It will be all right.” Morgana raised an eyebrow. “Gwen.” Her mouth twitched. “Gwen, open your eyes.” Her eyebrow raised.

Gwen opened her eyes. She glanced toward Morgana. “Can I speak honestly?”

“Of course. Speak your mind, Gwen.” Morgana gauged the other as well. Negativity radiated off of the other woman akin to Heat off of Pitch.

“I am trying to understand something. Prince Accolon does not think I can be around Prince Arthur. Neither do Kings Ruthbert or Uther. Yet Merlin saved Prince Arthur’s life. That earned him a chance in the Royal Household. Now, he gets to be with Princess Mithian. Prince Arthur gave him chances. Must be how he did it.” Gwen’s eyes bored into the ceiling. “I feel terrible. Merlin is my friend. I should be happy for him.” She shook her head.

“But you feel as if there is a double standard?” Morgana grasped Gwen’s basic intent. “That is it.” She sucked in a deep breath. “Gwen, there is so much more going on with Merlin than you know. Then any of us…including Merlin himself…know. Would it help you to know that Merlin is feeling overwhelmed right now? I mean he nearly died three times since the battle. Aredian and King Uther interrupted his healing at Astolat. Priestess Nimue tried to heal him the second time. Well, you saw what happened at the banquet. Now, another person used magic to heal him once and for all. Remember when Merlin thought he was just some peasant from Ealdor nothing more or less?”

“That is what he told us, Milady.”

Morgana nodded. “That is all he knew at the time. He knew about his magic. Of course, given King Uther’s laws and outlook, he had to disguise himself and act from the shadows. Still, he did so. He still learned his duties and excelled at them. I do not know how matters happened. I do not know how the events unfolded. I just know Merlin stood ready to defend Prince Arthur and Camelot. He definitely did that. The torch’s flare up in the cistern had to be from his spell. I will bet that the wind that blew those raiders apart in Ealdor was from another spell. I’d be willing to say that the magic exposing Valiant’s shield was Merlin’s as well. Despite everything Merlin did, King Uther and Prince Arthur refused to recognize his efforts. Prince Arthur wants his friend there. Now, we come here. King Rodor discovers Merlin’s pedigree and about Hunith. He realizes that Merlin is a Dragon Lord as well as a sorcerer. Merlin’s father, Gwen, was a knight here in Nemeth. By right, Merlin is noble not a peasant. King Rodor owes Merlin’s father a life debt. Merlin was wounded saving Prince Kay’s life. He should be dead. He is not. So, Merlin earned advancement by birth and by deeds.”

Gwen blinked. Memoria recalled Merlin’s words to her about there being more to him than met the eye. “Merlin’s father was really a knight?”

“Apparently. He was Sir Balinor of Nemeth. I would like to know the whole story at some point. Still, the point is that Merlin did not seek out advancement or a specific goal. He served Prince Arthur. In doing so, he not only fulfilled Camelot’s standard but also for the Amazons, Tintagel, and Nemeth in the process. That is something you and he have in common, Gwen. Look at Princess Mithian’s servant, Britomart. She is Nemeth’s version of Merlin: Wyngate’s apprentice, Mithian’s shadow and best friend, and is willing to fight with any weapon. And Elena, Queen Radigund’s servant? She will be promoted shortly to full sisterhood. She proved herself on the battlefield. She helped to heal Merlin. Still, she serves. Opportunities came in the course of that service. I would like to train more. I would like to see you polish your skills with the blade. As we saw here, we may need your skill. Who knows what can happen during a battle? But again, that will depend on King Ruthbert and Prince Accolon. We shall see.”

Gwen mulled over Morgana’s thoughts on that matter. Perhaps she had a way forward from her current situation. So, I train and get better with the blade. Meantime, I have to be patient and hope the King recognizes what I can do. That is my duty. I can hope one day it can be different.

“I do wish for your happiness, Gwen. I am not trying to hold you back. Unfortunately, circumstances are in your path. Perhaps for now? Who knows?” Morgana shrugged. “None of us can know the future. I know you will do well for yourself in Tintagel. From there, we shall see.” Her smile attempted to soothe the other’s feelings.

Gwen nodded. Understanding and Experience reminded her that she couldn’t win on that day at least. She simply took another sip from the goblet. Her mistress’ words soaked into her mind.

Tempus fugit…but to where and what point? Those were points indeed….

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Chapter 45 [Quarter Turn of the Hourglass Later—Out in Front of the Citadel]

Arthur meandered out of the citadel. Change befuddled him. Nemeth’s attitude burned at him to be honest. Did Camelot not come here to assist their neighbor in their time of need? Cordiality and Politics had guided Uther and Radigund through their relations in the past. Now, Betrayal stabbed Camelot from behind. Insults rained down on them in these halls. Accusations flew both ways. Uther’s ill conceived message only exacerbated Old Religion’s animosity. Worse, Traitors within Camelot’s own walls stepped into the light. Their raid freed Kilgarrah and spat on everything.

Merlin….

He sniffed. Indignity burned in his craw. Had he not trained Merlin up from being a rustic bumpkin to a serious…well maybe if he had not tripped over every chamber pot…chamberlain. And fighting? Understatement had its joke over Merlin’s fighting skills at the start. At least, the situation would seem so. Appearance, however, did not always reflect Reality’s true nature…

…This seemed to be one of those times…

He was acting the whole time! Merlin was a sorcerer using me! Father wants him dead. Arthur shook that thought off. Life Debts and Companionship stung worse for those reasons. Still, with Merlin effectively banished, he could resolve to take greater care. Father would tell me to be more vigilant. He is right about that. Morgana is taking sides against him now. I cannot believe King Ruthbert and Prince Accolon. They should be siding with us if anyone does! Does King Rodor want a war? Well, Merlin can play with his plants and do what he wants here. Maybe he and that fire haired servant will marry and keep Princess Mithian happy? She will end up an old spinster at this rate. And what will Nemeth do? The Princess cannot inherit in her own right thanks to their own laws. Prince Kay’s a traitor against his own father. The rest of their Royal Council has turned against King Rodor and the Princess. Count Bernard is not the only one who agrees with Camelot on these matters. Sooner or later, there will be a coup for real. It will succeed. I hope they do not expect us to help them. Not with their attitudes.

“We are ready, Prince Arthur.” Leon bowed to him. He motioned toward the remaining knights, servants, and riderless horses. “The kitchens provided food. Michael, at least, saw to that.” He exhaled a sharp breath. Still, he stifled the rest of his response.

“Michael? You mean our head cook? He left as well?” Arthur ground his teeth. “Father did not tell me.” Attrition wore on him too. “I hate to say this but the sooner we are gone, the better.” He shook his head. “Everyone’s leaving.” Morgana’s taking Gwen. His mood sank still further.

“I am not leaving, Sire!” George waited behind Arthur. He held up a full water skin. “Do you need a drink before we start out?” He tried to seem happy for everyone’s sake.

“George, are my bags on the horse?” Arthur strained to hold his patience. He and Leon exchanged looks. Then, he stepped toward George. He is going to drive me to drink as it is!

“Aye! I just finished. All right. The water will be ready when you need it on the trail, Sire.” George quirked an eyebrow. He did not ignore those *peasants* like this! HRUMPH!! He scurried back toward the horse in question.

“How I wish Merlin did not have magic. Maybe Gwen or another servant could have a brain? Merlin would never be like that!” At least when he was not being an idiot. How much of that was real and how much was an act? “I am going to end up killing George.” Arthur threw his hands up in the air. Scowl deepened and darkened.

Uther stalked out the door next. Farewells had come between Morgana and him a turn of the hourglass earlier. He’d requested that she and Gwen remain in her quarters. Expedition had proven costly indeed. Casualties decimated the knights’ numbers. Civil Unrest brewed under his boots. Kay’s suicide ruined his opportunity to control the Gedref and Nemeth. Rather than quell Sorcery’s foothold, Reyna’s execution stiffened rather than broke Resistance’s collective backs. Despite his losses, Rodor dug in as well. And then, Arthur’s traitorous former servant kept local hopes away. He turned to Accolon. “I regret our host’s most unfortunate scene, Prince Accolon. I look forward to being at your ceremony in a fortnight’s time.”

“We shall look forward to having you there, Your Highness.” Accolon nodded to Uther. “Father will make sure everything is ready for you. Thank you again for this favor.”

“Your father and I know of your quality, Prince Accolon. Your marriage will heal Tintagel’s wounds. Thank you for your continued support during this experience. It speaks well to your experience and outlook. I am sure your father is very proud. If I might request a favor of King Ruthbert and you?” Uther returned the nod. Accolon’s attitude eased his mood. Gratitude and Loyalty deserved encouragement. An example for Arthur should be laid down.

“If we can, Sire. I can propose it to King Ruthbert. He will decide of course. I mean no disrespect.” Accolon paid close attention. He could almost hear Uther’s mind churning out its plan. Now what does he want?

“I understand full well. You respect your father’s prerogative as you should.” Uther cleared his throat. “I believe he will have no objections. Lady Morgana may not want to do so. It would be in Tintagel’s and Camelot’s long-term interests. There is her maid servant. Unfortunately, it seems Prince Arthur has developed feelings for her.” His hand stifled a cough. “I wish for you to find her an appropriate marriage. It does not necessarily mean the end of her service. Rather, Lady Morgana can still have her servant. I can find Prince Arthur a suitable marriage. Even, as much as I hate to admit it, it would help King Rodor as well. We can have peace of mind.”

Arthur ground his teeth. Why does Father not understand? I will not marry someone other than the woman I love! He nodded to Accolon. Then, he turned his attention toward Rodor and Mithian who waited for them at the door upstairs.

“Aye. He considers marriages for Sir Lancelot. Aye. I have heard him speak of Guinevere during our travels. It would be a favor to all of us to make sure she is with the right person. I will look into that with King Ruthbert. Sire.” Accolon stepped back and bowed. “May you have a pleasant journey.”

“And the same to Lady Morgana and you. Mind yourself in here, Prince Accolon. Rodor’s intentions could poison your mind against all reason.” Uther noted Rodor’s and Mithian’s emergence into view. “Thank you for your consideration.”

“And you, Sire.” Accolon nodded once again. “If you will pardon me, I will speak with Lady Morgana. Perhaps I can suggest potential options?” He retreated up the stairs. “Sire. Princess.” He offered a nod to them. Then, he disappeared into the citadel. He wishes to keep Arthur and Guinevere apart. We shall see what the goddess says about her path.

Confrontation was about to billow up….

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Chapter 46

Rodor stormed down the stairs. Uther’s sudden departure tore up Diplomacy’s manners. Granted, his troublesome guests’ departure lightened his spirits. Surprised at such indignity? Nay, Reader. “No farewell or thanks for the offered room or meal, King Uther? I am disappointed.”

“With your manner toward us? We shed blood for you, King Rodor. I heard from Prince Arthur about what you said. We will not stay here. You would need our support soon enough.” Uther strode up to Rodor.

“The coup has been dealt with. Lord Blumenwald issues summons for the court. The accused will have their hearing. Meantime, Continuity, I assure you, has been served. Princess Mithian is engaged. Much as Prince Accolon and Lady Morgana, it is my hope that her marriage will bolster our spirits. May Nemeth find unity again.” Rodor frowned. “May it be a good example to everyone. Princess Mithian and I heard you speaking of good examples. Prince Accolon is a good example. Still, it is hardly appropriate for you to be speaking about such matters here.” His eyes narrowed. “You never stop. Do you?” He sucked in a deep breath.

“And the raving begins yet again? Rodor, it is tiresome.” Uther shook his head. “What is it this time? More complaining about the witch? Perhaps you will go on about that bastard Dragon Lord? You have another.”

“Aye. Thanks to you. One of Life’s ironies.” Rodor jabbed. “To think you brought him back to us. But you threatened this realm with invasion over your hate for Sir Balinor. Now, your rejection of his son brings matters full circle.” He shook his head. “Merlin will be well taken care of. I can assure you.”

“To think my knights died on that battlefield protecting your realm!” Uther spat.

“So did my knights. So did Amazon warriors. So did Lady Reyna and Sir Balinor. So did every one of the Purge’s victims. We should honor their sacrifice. We will never forget them.” Rodor bowed his head. “So please! DO NOT lecture me about such things! You who have soaked the ground with blood!”

“Why you! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! MY WIFE IS DEAD!” Uther bellowed in Rodor’s face. “I have a good mind to challenge you!” His hand hovered over his sword’s hilt.

Malodius snarled. Emerald flashed in his eyes. His tail snapped to and fro. He stepped between Rodor, Mithian and Uther.

“Malodius, stand your ground! Do not attack him!” Rodor pointed directly at Uther.

Uther moved his hand further toward the blade. “Fool Creature! I will….!” Then, he froze in place. His hand refused to move another hair. His breaths barely came out. “WHAT…WHAT IS THIS?”

“FATHER!” Arthur jumped down from the horse. He rushed over toward his father’s side. “What are you doing to him? Sire! Please stop!” He tried to force his father’s arms to move. His eyes alighted on the cause in back of Rodor. “You!”

“It is not my doing, Prince Arthur. I…” Rodor spied Nimue watching them in turn. “Priestess Nimue? What?”

“I tire of Uther’s rantings and threats. He rants of you being tiresome, King Rodor. Perhaps he should speak of our bargain? How he came to me out of desperation for a male heir because Queen Igraine was barren!” Nimue’s eyes narrowed. “I did want to cast the fertility spell. He begged. Against my better judgment, I did so. A son was born. The Cailleach claimed Queen Igraine in payment for the son’s life. Uther could not deal with his wife’s death. He could not deal with IGRAINE’S BLOOD BEING ON HIS HANDS! That is when he began the killing.” She pointed at Arthur. “Behold the creature of sorcery! Behold yourself, Arthur Pendragon!”

“YOU LIE!!” Arthur bellowed. “I was born as was any child!”

Nimue coughed. “I have no reason to lie, Boy! I merely state what has happened. Your mother loved you. I remember that. She willingly died for your life. That is your example! Think of her and follow that!” She waved her hand. Canary flashed through her eyes again. “There.”

Uther moved his arms. “Witch!” He scowled. “That is why I deal with your kind! You are too powerful! You have no right!” He drew his sword.

Canary flashed again in Nimue’s eyes. Sarcasm lifted an eyebrow. Her hand twitched. “Oh?”

Magic ripped the swords away from Uther and Arthur respectively. Both skittered across the plaza.

“King Rodor, I am trying not to hurt them. The goddess tries to endure them!” Nimue watched King and Prince go after their weapons. Another wave of her hand sent the blades skittering further away still.

Overhead, Warning Bells pealed. Their call beckoning for knights to Rodor’s and Mithian’s side.

“ENOUGH, UTHER! STAND DOWN! SINCE YOU WISH TO LEAVE THEN GO!” Rodor bellowed. He pointed toward the arch. “GO!” He shook his head.

“Sire, with respect, we do not need a war…We…” Arthur grabbed onto Uther’s shoulders. “There will be another time.”

“Aye. There will be a day he and Nemeth will need us again. We will not come. Most ungrateful!” Uther shook his head. “I will have the Slayer ready for your creature, Rodor! Count Boeve is most skilled….”

Challenge roared from Malodius yet again. Menace refracted Sol’s light against sharpened teeth and claws.

“Count Boeve will not touch Kilgarrah.” Josiane lowered herself halfway between the balcony and the stairs. Carpet levitated overhead. Scimitar glistened in Sol’s light. “You may be Camelot’s King. However, Count Boeve knows his goddess’ will about such things. I believe he will have a message for you soon enough.”

“And we watch from our shared border, Pendragon!” Radigund appeared on the balcony. “Sister Nimue only spoke the truth. Do not make me call for my sisters! Enough blood has soaked the ground this fortnight!”

A Dozen Emerald-Clad Knights rode through the Plaza’s arch. They assessed Camelot’s knights as well.

“SIRE?” Galahad pushed through his lines and toward the front. “Are you all right? Princess Josiane? Queen Radigund?”

“Everything remains well, Sir Galahad!” Rodor glared at Uther. “Do not draw swords or provoke a war. I wish for you to escort our friends to the border. I do not want further trouble in our lands. Am I clear?”

“Aye, Sire.” Galahad bowed to Rodor. “Rodrigo! Ywain! We should not keep King Uther, Prince Arthur, or our fellow knights waiting!” Galahad bowed to Uther and Arthur. “King Uther, Prince Arthur. Follow us if you would?”

“Sir Galahad. Thank you for that at least.” Arthur recognized that Galahad and the knights followed Rodor’s orders. He glanced toward Uther. Forced Calm restrained Emotions’ internal tempest. “Sire?” He held up his hand for Calm’s sake with their companions.

Outrage seethed within Uther. “Are we prisoners? Do not think you can expel us like common criminals! This is an outrage!”

“Prisoners? Expel you?” Rodor narrowed his eyes. “With respect, that is the farthest thing from my mind! King Uther, you are choosing to leave now. I had my invitation to stay for tonight and dine with us. I had planned for a proper sendoff for you in the morning. I have serious issues with you. Aye! That is true. Given that you are stirring up rifts and divides amongst my subjects, I am watching you and your knights. Note that you still have your weapons. Your hands are not tied, are they? Nay. They are not. My knights are riding with you to the border. I would not want you to be attacked. I do not want you trying to harass any sorcerers or followers of the Old Religion. We keep the peace. Once you are in the Gedref, that is neutral ground between our realms. There, Sir Galahad and the others will leave you to your travels. Are we clear?”

“Aye, Sire.” Galahad bowed to Rodor.

“Very well. The road is yours. Safe journeys, Men of Camelot. May….” Rodor started.

Chill sharpened the air. Skin dimpled and reddened. Breeze blew up from nowhere. Mists rose seemingly from the stones themselves between the Camelot and Nemeth knights.

“Father? What is this?” Arthur looked every which way. Panic flared up in his eyes. “Galahad? Who is doing this? This is magic!”

“We have no knights capable of this, Prince Arthur!” He turned toward Rodor. “SIRE?” Then he motioned the knights back. “THIS COULD BE AN ATTACK! BACK AWAY!"

“RODOR! THIS IS YOUR DOING!” Uther bellowed at the stairs. Then he turned to Leon and Arthur. “MOVE! GET EVERYONE CLEAR OF HERE!”

“I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE, UTHER!” Rodor surveyed his entourage. His eyes discerned nobody capable of those things. He turned to Nimue. “Are you…?”

“Me?” Nimue narrowed her eyes. “This is not my spell. Nay. I believe someone else decided that enough was enough. Uther just does not understand.” She tsked under her breath. “I cannot stop her.”

ENOUGH, UTHER PENDRAGON! SINCE YOU WISH TO BE GONE, SO BE IT!! BE BACK IN CAMELOT!

Mists billowed higher and higher still around Camelot’s traveling contingent. Within a few of Hourglass’ grains, they disappeared from view. Two heartbeats later, the mists dissipated. The air warmed. No trace of Uther or his entourage remained.

“What just happened?” Rodor threw his hands up in the air. Peaceful Escort melted away with Mists’ attack. War threatened more so than ever. He looked to Mithian, Radigund, Galahad and then to Nimue. “Did you…?”

“I told you, King Rodor. This was the goddess’ work. She did not want a standoff here. She resolved the situation.” Nimue raised an eyebrow at him. “None of us control her actions. She reminded Uther of that fact.”

She reminded him…? Rodor sucked in a deep breath. Uther’s departure eased his mind on a great many fronts. Despite the goddess’ act, Ramifications unsteadied the landscape. Divides between Hardliners and others pushed them farther apart. Anger toward Camelot for Reyna’s actions scorched the air akin to Overworked Forge. Traitors awaited judgment. Countryside needed aid and support. Continuity through Merlin, Mithian and new Royal Council demanded service. “I wish we could all co-exist. Galahad! Ywain, bring the accused to my Throne Chamber. Since Camelot is not here, we can deal with them now. Daughter, I would have Prince-Elect Merlin watch this proceeding. Can you bring him to the Throne Chamber? Malodius, go with her please.”

“I shall, Father.” Mithian nodded to him. Then, she and Malodius hustled up the stairs and into the citadel.

Despite how much we believe to control, some things are beyond us! Rodor shook his head. With that, he returned to the citadel and the waiting cases at hand.

Matters demanded resolution after all….

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Chapter 47 [Physician’s Chamber]

Merlin stopped in front of the chamber door. Changes weighed on him. Regret over Arthur’s attitude and Uther’s sudden departure ate at him. Why does everyone make it harder than it has to be? Can we not just all get along? I would have liked to have been outside to see everyone off at least. Memoria swept him back over the previous two years. Camelot’s complexity, faster pace, and attitudes toward magic challenged him to be honest. Gaius and he grew to appreciate one another. Arthur tested his patience at times. Still, he learned the Prince’s routine and preferences. Prophecy pushed him to protect Arthur and his new friends at every turn. Gaius and Kilgarrah advised on certain matters. Beyond that, he studied the grimoire. He listened to Gaius. He watched his steps around Uther….

…now all of that was gone. Transition had brushed it aside….

Now I get to be the Prince. Now I have to figure everything out all over again! Merlin ran his hand over the door’s worn surface. So will Gaius, Gwen, and Morgana. Everything is changing. Guess first things first! Since I can not see the Prat or the Princess, I should check on Gaius and Lady Elaine. He knocked on the door.

Lancelot opened it. “Prince Merlin!” He bowed to his friend. “I believe that is due to you now?” Warmth and a bit of teasing sparkled in his eyes.

“Count Lancelot.” Merlin stifled a cough with his hand. Enthusiasm warmed him. “I’m not Prince yet. I still need to be crowned. Princess Mithian and I need to go through the hand fasting. But hey! You are really a knight now with a title and a wife! Lady Elaine seems really nice. That estate’s really big. I was out there while I was healing.”

Lancelot smiled. “Astolat is quite the manor, Merlin. I have a great deal to learn about overseeing it. I managed to observe while I was out there. Lady Elaine tells me that there are improvements needing to be done. I just want to learn how everything works.”

“I know the feeling. I do not want to disappoint King Rodor or Princess Mithian. Guess I’ll be down in the archives studying law codes. I should do more training with the knights as well. That’s one thing Arthur does better than anyone else. He fights alongside the knights. He earns their respect.” Merlin glanced around the passage to see if anyone hung out close at hand. Experience taught him how the passages’ stones had ears. Gossip and Unwanted Information spread amongst courtiers akin to Wildfire.

“You will not have a problem in that regard, Merlin. You forget I have seen you in action. So has half of this citadel even if they do not know it.” Lancelot clapped Merlin’s right arm. “Your magic may not be cared for by some. I know that you are a good person. You care about people. We both have good ladies to care for and be companions to. I have all the confidence in you, my Prince.” He bowed again. “I believe Gaius would like to see you.”

“Yeah. I am sure he does.” Merlin rolled his eyes. Despite his soon to be new position, Nerves’ butterflies beat about the sides of his stomach. Anticipation could almost feel the awaiting lecture within the chamber. “I want to talk with Lady Elaine too.” He walked into the chamber. “A little bigger than the one we had in Camelot.” He surveyed their new surroundings.

“Merlin?” Gaius looked over from where he talked with Elaine. He walked across the chamber. He sized up Merlin’s appearance. “I am so glad to see you on your feet again. You gave us all a fright! You know that? And what is going on? I had hoped to speak with Prince Arthur tonight.”

“Gaius, whatever the Princess did, her spell’s holding. She will make sure that I rest as well. Uther is leaving right now. He decided that another night here was more than he wanted to deal with. King Rodor told me to stay in the citadel. He is out there right now.” He shrugged. “I decided to come up here and talk to Lady Elaine and you. At least we have a place here.”

Gaius nodded. “Aye! We do. I wish it was under better circumstances! I cannot believe Wyngate! He was a great physician, a loyal friend, and King Rodor’s close counselor for decades. And, as for you, did I not tell you to be more careful? Good grief! I just about had a heart attack when I heard what you did! And then to see you up here? You will be the end of me one day! I cannot believe you exposed yourself.”

“It just happened. At least Nemeth is not Camelot. Magic is not hated.” Merlin raised an eyebrow.

“That is a divided opinion, Merlin. Did you not hear me?” Gaius shook his head. “I still do not understand how you managed those spells against Meleagant’s knights! Your magic is not that powerful!”

“Wait! You were the hooded man on the field? I…” Lancelot rubbed the back of his neck. “I wish I could say I was surprised.”

“I heard a voice in my head. She told me to relax. A bright light blinded me. My magic felt so strong. The spell just came to me. I touched the ground. Then, the storm blew up overhead. Then, the light faded again. I saw the big guy going after Prince Kay. I jumped in between them.” Merlin rolled his eyes at himself. “That sword hit me in the shoulder. I drove him back and got to the woods. Britomart and the Amazons’ healer, Elena, found me. You know the rest.”

“Aye. They told us the rest.” Gaius rubbed his forehead. Consternation stewed inside of himself. “I know you saved us all. That ‘big guy’ as you put it was Melaegant of Cawdor! You really went up against him without armor or any protection? Uther was beside himself! That is why he and Aredian executed Lady Reyna! They thought she was you. Think, Merlin! The hardliners here at court nearly staged a coup! Prince Kay tried to seize the throne from his father! Do you think he cared that you saved his life?”

“I did what I had to, Gaius! You think I am going to just let him die?” Merlin threw his hands up in the air. “King Rodor’s been kind to me. I just hope he keeps being patient because I will need it. At least we know who my father was.”

“I know you have magic, Merlin. I am still trying to deal with you being a Dragon Lord. I can imagine how Prince Arthur must feel without your service. He does count on you.” Lancelot frowned.

“Yeah…you did not see him earlier.” Merlin winced. “He looked at me like I had just stolen the entire treasury or something.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Did you expect anything different? Merlin! Of course he did! Prince Arthur hates magic! I was not at Ealdor! Did you not tell me he lectured you about magic being dangerous?” Gaius shook his head. “What did you expect? For him to praise you? To thank you for doing what you did? You should know better by now!” He sucked in a sharp breath. “Sometimes I wonder about you.”

“Merlin tried to do the right thing, Master Gaius. Mother knew that. She told me before those men took her away.” Elaine managed to stand. “Sir Lancelot, can I have some help please?”

Lancelot hustled to her side. “Take it slowly.” He supported her across the room toward the others. “One step at a time.”

“I would rather you not walk yet, Lady Elaine.” Gaius pointed toward the chair. “Lancelot, please help her to that chair. She has had a most difficult time of it. She is still weak from the mushroom poisoning. Then, there is shock to consider as well.” He watched Lancelot and Merlin help her into the chair.

“Thank you, Master Gaius.” Elaine settled into the chair. Her hand squeezed Lancelot’s. “And you, my Good Knight.” Gratitude glittered in her eyes. “I will be looking to you for experience on the Council. Father shared nothing with Mother and me.”

“My experience is with Camelot’s Council and laws. I suspect I will be looking to Lord Blumenwald and King Rodor as well for advice concerning Nemeth’s laws. I will certainly do what I can to assist. Our Prince to Be and I worked together on medical matters in Camelot. That collaboration will continue in different ways. I will look forward to working with Britomart when she is not serving Princess Mithian or King Rodor.” Gaius poured water into a wooden cup. “Drink some more water, Lady Elaine.” He handed her the cup.

An expectant knocking alerted them to yet another visitor. Merlin? Can you open the door?

Sorry. I came up here to check on Gaius and Lady Elaine. Merlin hustled across the chamber. There, he opened the door for Mithian and Malodius. “Princess? Malodius?” Instinct pressed him to bow.

“Merlin…” Playful snort escaped from her lips. “You are Crown Prince-Elect. Your respect is appreciated. A nod, however, is sufficient.” She looked into the chamber. “Lady Elaine! You are awake and sitting! This is wonderful indeed! I can use news such as this!”

“Princess Mithian?” Elaine forced herself back to her feet. She eased herself toward a curtsey. “Thank you. Master Gaius, Britomart, and Elena helped me. I am grateful.”

“I am relieved that you are on your feet again, Milady. King Rodor will be overjoyed when he hears this as well. Master Gaius, thank you for your service to us. I cannot wait to see what you do with this chamber.” Mithian surveyed the entire area. “Sir Lancelot, I await your service as well. Prince Merlin has good things to say about you.”

“He is a wonderful friend, Milady. I am glad that he is here. Thanks to the King and you for such a home and a fine woman to share it with.” Lancelot bowed to Mithian. He noted Malodius watching them. “You know that is a magical creature? Should we not be careful of it?”

“Malodius is our friend, Lancelot. He serves Nemeth.” Merlin walked over to the lion’s side. He stroked Malodius’ back.

“As you can see, Sir Lancelot, you are not in Camelot anymore.” Mithian raised her eyebrow. “Prince Merlin, we should go. King Rodor is calling for the Royal Court. Even if you do not have your crown yet, he wishes for you to watch the proceedings.”

“And you?” Merlin supposed.

Another snort jabbed at Merlin’s ears. “I might want you there. Why I do not know. Aye. I wish for you to see this case for yourself. Besides, I believe you could have something to offer, my Prince. Follow me.” She turned and started toward the door.

“I will check back later.” Merlin hustled after Mithian. Before, Arthur brought on such haste. Now, she did as well.

Important issues and Transitions did spur matters on it seemed….

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Chapter 48 [Royal Throne Chamber]

Hastily summoned nobles packed the chamber. Rumor and Whispers hissed between them about Rodor’s intentions. Mixed Feelings sat in their hearts over the affair to be honest. Everyone understood Aethelwald, Bernard, Wulfstan, and Wyngate’s conspiracy. Some may even have favored it. Protests spurted out from others. Still, Coup’s attempt shook them all up. Magical Display outside stirred the pot still further. Eyes turned to Radigund, Morgana, Josiane and Accolon in the far corner.

Divides stewed….

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Rodor rasped a terse breath. Disloyalty stewed at him. He surveyed the nobles. Experience knew them all well. He knew their minds. Motivations aligned to Agenda and Self Interest. He loathed the scaffold. Still, Example would serve to remind the others. Where is Mithian? Certainly, she should have been back from the guest quarters by now? “Is this everyone?”

Blumenwald looked around the chamber. “Except for Princess Mithian and Prince-Elect Merlin, I would say so. If I might say so, Prince-Elect Merlin might have gone to the Physician’s Chambers, Sire. That might be where she and Malodius are?” He bowed to the throne.

“Aye. He would want to check in on Lady Elaine and speak to Master Gaius. Thank you.” Rodor rubbed his chin. He noted Mithian and Merlin’s entrance. “I believe that is them now.”

Mithian led Merlin down the central aisle. She ignored the eyes turning toward them. She’d forced them both to walk right past the guarded accused men outside. Frankly, after her brother’s death, she wanted to run crossbow bolts through all of them herself to be honest. Justice, however, would have to be served. This she knew. She guided Merlin toward Rodor’s throne. Then, they nodded to it. “Sire, our apologies. We had to go further than I meant to. Merlin was in the Physician’s Chambers.”

“As you anticipated, Lord Chancellor.” Rodor nodded. “How is our Lady Elaine?”

“She is much better, Sire. She seemed in good spirits and sat up in a chair away from bed. I believe she will mend. She and Sir Lancelot seem happy together. Prince-Elect Merlin spoke with Master Gaius about matters as well. He came right here with me when I told him,” Mithian reported.

“Those are good things indeed, Daughter.” Rodor allowed her a warm smile. “Thank you, Prince-Elect Merlin, for your consideration. I know I asked you to stay inside during Camelot’s sudden departure. You made the best of the situation. Letting people know that we care is vital. You may take your place with Princess Josiane, Prince Accolon, Queen Radigund, and Lady Morgana. I wish to begin.”

“Aye, Sire. Thank you.” Merlin bowed. He turned and walked toward Accolon and the others. Onlookers’ eyes burned into his skull. Questions batted about in the air around himself. He bowed to the visiting rulers. Then, he stood off to Morgana’s left. “I did not realize…sorry.”

Morgana leaned close. “King Rodor just accepted your reasons. We understand as well. Eyes forward.” She motioned toward Rodor and Mithian.

Rodor rose bringing Mithian to her feet as well. His eyes met each of the onlookers’ faces in turn. “WE HAVE MATTERS BEFORE US TODAY!!” He cleared his throat. “TODAY SHOULD BE A DAY OF CELEBRATION! OUR ALLIED FORCES PUSHED BACK CAWDOR AND MERCIA! WE THANK OUR FRIENDS, TINTAGEL, AMAZONIA, AND CAMELOT, FOR THEIR ASSISTANCE! QUEEN RADIGUND AND PRINCE ACCOLON, THANK YOU! IN ADDITION, THE SON OF OUR LONG LOST FRIEND AND HERO, SIR BALINOR, APPEARED IN OUR TIME OF NEED! MERLIN OF EALDOR HAS FOUGHT WELL IN BRITANNIA’S SERVICE! BY BIRTH AND DEED, HE HAS PASSED THE CAPABILITY LAWS’ STANDARDS! HE IS NOBLE! AS OF TODAY, HE IS TO BE OUR NEW CROWN PRINCE! PRINCE-ELECT MERLIN!!”

Everyone turned toward Merlin. Hands clapped. Applause filled the air. Intent behind the clapping? Again, Unspoken Agenda dictated Support or Opposition…

…As Gaius might have said in different universe and scenario, ” Smile and clap, Merlin. Smile and clap….”

Merlin stepped out from his royal counterparts’ company. He bowed to the throne. Then he stepped back in line with the others. Thank you, Princess.

You are more than welcome, Merlin! Happiness and Satisfaction beamed inside of Mithian. Her smile spread across her face. The lot of you thought I would never find anyone! Merlin and I have each other! She nodded to Rodor. “Thank you, Sire, for this opportunity.”

“You are most welcome, Daughter.” Rodor patted her hand. “You both will be married within the next few days. I know you have waited for this a long time. This will be an opportunity for peace within our realm. The promise of light after the trials in front of us. Now, you and he will serve together. We will see to your marriage day after tomorrow.”

“I look forward to that.” Mithian nodded again. Then, she turned to face the crowd.

Applause—again punctuated by mixed agendas—rose up from the audience. Relief and even Surprise, however, made its impression on them all as well. Many feared that Mithian would remain alone. Rumor about Kay’s demise circulated amongst their numbers. Continuity seemed assured by this coming marriage. Merlin’s status—despite Capability Laws’ Upgrade and Bloodline—remained in doubt. Display with Kilgarrah outside attested to the latter. Memoria told of Merlin fighting beside the Amazons at Shalott. Stories surrounded Merlin’s role around Arthur and Camelot’s knights. Respect’s nods popped up amongst their numbers.

Rodor allowed the moment. Sentiment hung in the air. Given the next announcement and following actions, he wanted said mood to linger.

And so, it did for a few heartbeats at least….

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Chapter 49

Rodor weighed Heartbeats’ passage. Protocol wanted Mithian and Merlin to have their time. He watched the chamber. Regret ate at him. Why could you not allow your sister her long awaited moment, Kay? WHY NOT? He turned to Mithian.

Mithian put her hand on his arm. “Thank you, Sire. The moment is here. Duty and service are waiting, I believe?”

“Aye. They are. Thank you.” Approval prompted Rodor to nod at her. Then, his hands went up in the air. “EVERYONE!! I WANTED YOU TO KNOW THIS BEFORE I AM FORCED TO CONVENE THE COURT! I REGRET THAT WE NEARLY HAD A COUP ONLY A FEW TURNS OF THE HOURGLASS AGO! SOME OF OUR MOST FORMERLY TRUSTED PEOPLE WERE FOUND TO BE PART OF IT! THEY OBJECTED TO OUR FAVORING MAGIC! EVEN PRINCE KAY WAS FOUND TO BE PART OF IT! HE COULD NOT DEAL WITH OUR HERITAGE! I UNDERSTAND IF SOME DO NOT UNDERSTAND MAGIC! I ADMIT THAT I DO NOT EITHER! I DO KNOW THAT THE ILL WORDS AND HATRED SICKENED HIS MIND! HE TOOK HIS LIFE A SHORT WHILE AGO! HIS SHAME WAS THAT GREAT! BECAUSE OF THINGS THAT WERE SAID! LADY ELAINE OF ASTOLAT NEARLY DIED TODAY BECAUSE OF MUSHROOM POISONING! HER FATHER DID THAT TO HER! I REGRET WHAT HAPPENED THIS MORNING TO LADY REYNA! I TRUSTED KING UTHER OF CAMELOT AND HIS DOG, AREDIAN! I PROMISE YOU *THAT* WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN! BUT OTHERS TOOK THEIR LEAD FROM UTHER’S SPITE AND PREJUDICE! THEY CONSPIRED TO OVERTHROW OUR LAWFUL REIGN AND PUT PRINCE KAY ON THE THRONE AS A REGENT! IT SHOULD NOT COME TO THAT! HAVE WE NOT SEEN ENOUGH HATE? WHY SHOULD THOSE WITH MAGIC HAVE TO HIDE? TODAY THAT STOPS! I AM MANDATING CO-EXISTENCE! WE CAN LIVE TOGETHER! WE CAN RESPECT EACH OTHER! BEYOND THAT, EVERYTHING ELSE WORKS ITSELF OUT!” He turned toward the knights guarding the door. “BRING IN THE ACCUSED!”

The knights opened the door. They, Galahad and Ywain escorted Aethelred, Wulfstan, Wyngate, and Bernard down the aisle. They led the quartet to the front and before the thrones.

“Count Bernard! Lords Aethelred, Wulfstan and Master Wyngate!” Rodor considered each of them. “You have been accused of the following crimes: all of you are accused of conspiracy against your King and Princess, slander contributing to the death of Prince Kay and negotiating with a foreign ruler against your King and Princess. Count Bernard and Master Wyngate, you are also charged in the toxic overdose of Lady Elaine of Astolat nearly to death. How do you plead?”

“Prince Kay is dead?” Wulfstan stared at Rodor. Disbelief numbed his mind. “He was with us not even three turns of the hourglass ago! He was in no ill health. I would plead not guilty save that the Amazons and Prince Accolon heard us. They should have heard me say that I did not want you deposed and Prince Kay put on the throne in your place. I did not know he would be dead.”

“Is that so, Prince Accolon and Queen Radigund?” Rodor looked to Accolon and Radigund.

“Aye. That one said as much. We heard him from the passage.” Radigund sniffed at Wulfstan. “He did protest on that front. He also surrendered without struggle.”

“How could we against your unnatural….?” Bernard glared at her.

“Unnatural? Unnatural, are we?” Radigund raised an eyebrow. “Says the little coward who stepped aside and allowed his wife to be tortured, starved and burned outside? Says the little man who conspired with the physician to overdose his own daughter to death? We all saw the pale clammy complexion, the nausea, and greenish discharge under her fingernails! I know the symptoms of toxic mushroom poisoning, Count! My healer, Elena, is up there right now with Britomart and Master Gaius! If it was not for Priestess Nimue’s magic boosting the cure, Lady Elaine would be dead! And why? Because you think your dead wife and daughter were unnatural? I did not see you fighting on the battlefield with your Prince, Prince Accolon, Prince-Elect Merlin, or us!” Mania raged in her eyes. “The sorcerer on the battlefield saved Prince Kay’s life! Not that it would matter to you! What a waste!” Scorn raised an eyebrow.

“King Rodor, we follow Camelot’s laws here! They forbid magic!” Aethelred protested. “You cast those rules aside for that Dragon Lord? He has cast a love spell on Princess Mithian!” He pointed a finger at Merlin. “She had no interest in him before!”

Mithian sprang from her seat. Indignity clenched her fists at her sides. Anger turned her face darkest crimson. She ground her teeth.

“PRINCESS MITHIAN, CALM YOURSELF!” Rodor held up his hand. His head shook at her. “Do not let Count Bernard incite you!”

“I…apologize.” Mithian sucked in several breaths. She bowed her head.

“And well you should!” Bernard barked at her.

“SILENCE!!” Rodor narrowed his eyes. “You DO NOT speak to her in that manner! I know of your disdain for the Princess! All save you, Master Wyngate.” He shook his head. “PRINCE-ELECT MERLIN?”

Merlin stepped forward. “Aye, Sire?” He bowed. “Pardon me. What can I do for you?” He felt Mithian’s wince without even looking at her.

“There now! You see, Count Bernard?” Rodor motioned toward Merlin. “Prince Elect Merlin knows his place. He does not presume such things! Prince-Elect Merlin, did you cast a love spell on Princess Mithian?”

“Did I…? Sire, how could I? I was just about dead. This is about respect. I respect Princess Mithian and you too much to resort to such things.” Merlin glanced at Mithian. Smile spread across his face. Then, he turned back to Rodor.

“Indeed. Thank you, Prince-Elect Merlin. That will be all.” Rodor nodded to his prospective son-in-law. “There is the matter of you all siding with King Uther and Camelot against my explicit wishes as well, Count Bernard. I forbade you from such things. You let them seize Lady Reyna in spite of that! You went along with the poisoning! Prince Arthur allowed me to talk with his servant, George, about this matter. It was a curious thing. Furthermore, King Uther confirmed that he took your inquiry about Princess Mithian’s availability for a marriage seriously. He spoke with ALL OF YOU! That is not for you to do! SHE CAN DECIDE FOR HERSELF! SHE UNDERSTANDS THE BALANCE BETWEEN LOVE AND DUTY!!” He shook his head.

“Why is she even in…?” Aethelred started.

“Princess Mithian is extremely intelligent and insightful! You have seen this for yourselves! Yet you dismiss her because she is a girl. Can you be any more foolish? As with Queen Taene, her advice is of great value. Certainly, more so than Prince Kay’s. I tried to keep him interested.” Rodor shook his head. “He preferred to be in Camelot rather than doing his duty here. I humored him. In the meantime, Princess Mithian stepped into the breach. She has her desired partner. I am satisfied with Prince-Elect Merlin. He will learn in time. But he knows respect AND his place! Who are you to decide policy over me? Master Wyngate? I am disappointed in you on all fronts.”

“Lady Elaine resisted the mushrooms. Count Bernard wanted her magic suppressed. He…” Wyngate bowed his head. Futility cut his response off in midstream.

“You of all people should know better!” Rodor shook his head. “She had developed an extreme allergic reaction! I realize you were her physician. Still, you did not heed the signs. And you know my mind on the magic question. Aye I owe Sir Balinor and now Prince-Elect Merlin life debts. However, I will not allow sorcerers or magical beings to run roughshod over Nemeth or our neighbors. We and Lord Blumenwald have discussed a Sorcerers’ Code. That should reveal my mindset.” He shook his head. “This pains me, Master Wyngate. It rips at my heart! We were friends as much as we were King and Subject.” Lament’s tears welled up behind his eyes. “Nemeth has lost our Prince. I have lost a son. Now, I have to replace most of my Royal Council. I am glad my father, grandfather, and Queen Taene could not see this day.” He turned and walked back toward the throne. He rubbed his forehead. “I have no choice. The law is clear. Lady Reyna forgave all of us for her martyrdom. Aye! She was a martyr. We will honor her accordingly. She will have a place downstairs in the Hall of Heroes. Still, as for what else you have done, there is one sentence. Tomorrow morning will be the end for you in this life. You will be taken outside. Given that you are noble, I will let the headsman deal with you rather than the hangman. May you seek penance in the meantime.” He shook his head. “Knights, lead them back to their cells. We are finished.” Dismissal waved them away. “Lord Blumenwald, please make the arrangements. Before that, however, Prince-Elect Merlin, Princess Mithian, you and I should speak.”

“Aye, Sire. I will bring the executioner as soon as we are finished.” Blumenwald’s quill scratched out a few more notes on his parchment. His mind struggled to grasp the situation. Their families’ service had stretched back generations. Wulfstan, Aethelred, Wyngate, Reyna and he had known each other since their early childhood. Disbelief and Shock disoriented him. “Is there anything else that I can do for you, Sire?”

“Thank you, Lord Blumenwald but not right now. And thank you, Everyone. Have a good night!” Rodor watched the court funnel out the back door. Nemeth’s divides weighed on his mind. Prejudice and biases overwhelmed Sensibility. Small-minded men sought to grind the Old Religion under its boot. Greed sought control and domination. Potential Civil War remained possible…

…hence Continuity’s emphasis at that point…

“Father? Are you all right?” Mithian pressed. Worry ate at her over Rodor’s mindset at that point. “Perhaps there is something…?”

“Nay, Daughter. Thank you, however. We have that discussion with Merlin. Afterwards we can eat something with our guests.” Rodor led them out of the chamber.

Merlin hustled to keep pace. Discussion was not something he looked forward to. Necessary, perhaps. But not something he wanted to deal with.

Life oftentimes had such hurdles. Question was how to vault them…

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Chapter 50 [Council Chamber—A Sixth of an Hourglass Later]

Merlin tiptoed into the chamber. Somber vibes hung in the air. Gaius’ lecture at the time rang in his ears. I understand now about that. He exhaled a deep breath. Lancelot was banished because of that. Still, he had ability! He should have had a chance. He did help Camelot against the griffin. He won that tournament.

All of that is true, Merlin. Mithian glanced up from Rodor’s side. The trouble is that it was not done the right way. King Uther may be unfair in how he does things. Still, it is not for us to simply make up a lineage to accomplish an end. I think you understand what Father is going to say even before he says it to you. Still, he will have to say it. There will be an understanding between us.

I said I understand. Merlin rubbed the back of his neck. Lancelot saved me. I repaid the debt by helping him to be a knight. It did not work. It cost Lancelot. I should be more careful. He shrugged.

Mithian’s eyes rolled. “Sire, I believe we are ready?” She looked toward Blumenwald. “Perhaps you can close the door, my Prince?” Merlin’s attitude elicited a head shake on her part. Life Debt’s obligation demanded a repayment. Necessity, however, demanded rules. She took her seat. Impulse pushed her to intercede on his behalf. Experience and Common Sense restrained her.

“Aye. Since we do not know where Priestess Nimue is, I believe we are.” Rodor muddled over this discussion yet again in his mind. He weighed over every facet…every piece of the argument. Still, Forgery constituted a heinous offense. “Prince-Elect Merlin, I believe it is time to speak about Sir Lancelot’s supposed knighthood back in Camelot.” He sucked in a heavy breath. “I recall that he saved you against the griffin. Due to the life debt, you felt compelled to help him accordingly. You fabricated a lineage. He went out and won a tournament. Then, Uther found out about your deception and had him banished. Afterwards, Sir Lancelot and you defeated the griffin once and for all. Then, Sir Lancelot departed. I believe that is what you both told us?”

“Aye, Sire. It is.” Merlin bowed his head. Protests died on his tongue. He stiffened. “If I can ask a question?”

Rodor nodded. “If it pertains to the case.”

“Thank you. With due respect, I thought that a life debt demanded an equal favor?” Merlin glanced at the trio around the table. He kept his hands at his sides. Gaius’ advice about open ears and closed mouth bombarded his mind. Arthur’s note about the King doing what he wants rattled through his head as well.

Appreciation prompted a nod from Rodor. “You surprise me in a good way, Prince-Elect Merlin. You have been paying attention. Thank you not only for that but for how you phrased your question. Aye. A life debt requires an equal favor of significance. You do understand that is why you are still under consideration for our arrangement?”

“I gathered that, Your Highness.” Merlin offered a full bow.

A smile flicked across Rodor’s face before he pressed on. “Well, you should understand that and understand it well.” His throat cleared. His eyes met Mithian’s and Blumenwald’s. Then, they smoldered into Merlin’s. “Trust means a great deal to me. We need good relationships to run this kingdom. We all should know each other’s minds. We should respect each other. Does that mean we will agree on everything? Some rulers repress such opposing viewpoints. I, on the other hand, want to hear such views. I want discussion. However, that discussion comes behind closed doors and not out in the open. Out there, I speak for us all as King. Custom and Protocol are to be respected at all times. Am I clear?”

“Aye. You are, Sire.” Merlin glanced up at Rodor. Differences between Uther and Rodor seemed akin to Night and Day. Uther, while considering advice, had predetermined inflexible mindsets on certain matters. Rodor, on the other hand, would listen. Prerogative required respect. Beyond that, Decorum ruled such things. “Lancelot’s banishment made it clear that even well-intended actions can have consequences.”

Relief prompted a big sigh from her.

Rodor patted her arm. “It is all right, Daughter. I can tell that he has done a great deal of thinking on the situation. That is not just now.” He looked Merlin over again. “With King Uther’s views on magic, I suppose other such things have happened?”

Merlin nodded. “Aye and not just with me. Prince Arthur had an incident where he killed a unicorn. We had to go through a great deal of trouble to redeem Camelot. Then, during a magical sickness, I tried to heal Gwen and her father with a magical poultice. Uther almost had Gwen executed for witchcraft. I tried to help but it made things worse. Her father died while trying to escape from the dungeon. Then, Nimue tried to poison a chalice to get back at King Uther and Prince Arthur. She wanted me to use it. I did to protect the King. In trying to save me, Prince Arthur nearly died himself.” He frowned. “Shutting up now.”

“Thank you but why do you debase yourself in that way?” Rodor waved Apology off. “If you were blathering nonsense then I would cut you off. You were providing context and perspective, Prince-Elect Merlin. That is exactly what I wish for you to consider in all things. In this case, Lancelot deserved to be at least considered for a squire or even a trainee. King Bors and I both recognized that. However, you went about it the wrong way.” He turned to Blumenwald. “Lord Blumenwald, perhaps you can speak to authenticity?”

“Aye, Sire.” Blumenwald bowed to them all. “Prince-Elect Merlin, as King Rodor just said, his is the voice of Nemeth. Accordingly, any documents bearing his seal have to reflect his will and prerogative. Even if I feel that something might have been said better or in a different way but with the same intent, I still have to restrain myself. I have to check with King Rodor before I can make such changes. That is so anyone who receives a document from this court knows it is King Rodor’s intention. Sire, might I bring up Prince Kay’s prompting to King Uther?”

She bowed her head at that thought.

“Aye. Proceed. It is precisely the example I wish to convey.” Rodor held his hand out toward Merlin.

“Thank you, Sire.” Blumenwald cleared his throat. “With respect, you saw what happened, Prince-Elect Merlin. Prince Kay and the Royal Council disagreed with King Rodor’s will and decisions. Prince Kay overheard the situation with Prince Arthur and Guinevere. He told the servant that there might be a chance at a marriage for Prince Arthur and Princess Mithian. King Uther believed it and started planning. Why? Because King Uther believed that Prince Kay had King Rodor’s approval to put that forward. Of course, he did not. You saw what happened. It was the start of the coup. King Uther could have made a deeper issue of it. Such fabrications have led to conflict and even wars. Now, your matter with Sir Lancelot might seem innocuous on the surface. It was not. Noble families have earned their pedigree through valor and feats of arms. Oftentimes at great cost. Chancellors such as Lord Geoffrey of Monmouth and I keep our archives under extreme security. We have to verify such matters…any matter….no matter how justified something might seem.” He bowed again to all three of them. “Sire? That is all I have to say.”

“Thank you, Lord Blumenwald.” Rodor turned back to Merlin. “Prince-Elect Merlin, I believe you should understand now? I think your earlier examples with Prince Arthur and yourself speak to your understanding. I understand that King Uther’s attitude on certain matters prompted you to operate in the shadows. Many times to help Camelot, you had to act in direct opposition to its laws. Look at what happened at Shalott. There is good and bad. Still, I overlook the bad. Lady Reyna understood that as well. She understood your place in the greater picture. I do as well. I promise you that you will not have to go around the laws here because of prejudice or spite. Can you promise me that you will come to me with major courses of action as well? Your father took initiatives on the battlefield. He and Kilgarrah never defied the laws however.”

“Aye, Sire. I would welcome not having to hide or work in such ways. I did not want to do so with Prince Arthur either. I am sure Gaius or Sir Lancelot will say as much?” Merlin agreed.

“Sir Lancelot insists on that,” Rodor concurred. “In fact, I will be asking Princess Mithian and you to organize a review of the Sorcerers’ Code. If necessary, we can make revisions. I trust you both can do that?”

“Sire, what of King Uther and Camelot? Surely, he will see that as a threat?” Mithian reminded him.

Rodor shook off the notion. “We are not forcing it on Camelot. What we do within Nemeth’s borders is our business, Daughter. I am tired of tip toeing around Uther Pendragon. Look at the tragedy that happened here because of his influence. Lady Reyna…your brother…nearly Merlin…” He slapped the table. “ENOUGH!” He stood. “I think it is time. And now, I think we should eat. Our guests have waited long enough.” He opened the door and walked out into the passage.

“I was just trying to be practical. I…” She shook her head. “Lord Blumenwald, I was not trying to insult him.” She rubbed her forehead. “I did not mean to hurt him.”

“He knows that, Princess. At least you asked the question in here. Perhaps, if I might make a suggestion? Perhaps you might let him know? I am sure he would appreciate it.” Blumenwald bowed. “Now we should follow the King. Thank you, Prince-Elect Merlin, for your understanding. He added another bow. Then, he guided them from the chamber.

Even with Uther’s departure, the aftershocks shook the Kingdom’s mindset….

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Chapter 51 [Dining Chamber—A Sixth of an Hourglass Turn Later]

Gaius meandered into the dining chamber. His eyes swept over the lengthy passage between the Physician’s Chamber and there. Elena and Britomart insisted that he join the others for dinner. He declined Lancelot’s assistance and made his way to the destination. Old and New struck him all at once. Familiarity came from granite walls and floors not to mention passing castellans. He and Wyngate had come this way on a few occasions.

Wyngate….

What was wrong? He should have known better! Gaius shook his head. He made up his mind to request a visit with his friend after the meal. Prince Kay? The other counselors? Merlin, what have we gotten ourselves into? He noted Radigund, Josiane, Morgana and Accolon sitting in their places already. “Queen Radigund, Prince Accolon and Lady Morgana?” He bowed to them all.

“Gaius!” Morgana sprang from her seat. “We thought you were with Lady Elaine! Why did you not ask for someone to escort you down here?” She guided Gaius to a chair. “How are you?”

“I am as well as can be under the circumstances, my Lady. If I may so, I do have questions about the state of affairs. I did not want to press King Rodor or Princess Mithian too much. I have not spoken with Merlin…Prince-Elect Merlin. I know I should be careful of that now.” Gaius frowned at that statement. He sat down. “Is there any word of them?”

“King Rodor wished to speak to Prince Merlin and Princess Mithian. Then, they will join us. He held court just before we came here, Master Gaius. The traitors, at least, will be dealt with.” Radigund shook her head. “Master Wyngate and Wulfstan were civil at least. The others…” She clenched her teeth. “Insolence! I cannot believe it!”

“I cannot believe Prince Kay is dead.” Morgana shook her head. “He really hated his father and sister that much?”

“Queen Radigund and I caught them in their plotting, Morgana.” Accolon took a draught of wine. “Pity. All we can do is support King Rodor, Princess Mithian and Prince-Elect Merlin now.” He spied Rodor, Mithian, and Merlin coming into the chamber. “King Rodor!” Respect prompted him to stand and nod.

“We will be fine, Prince Accolon. The support is appreciated.” Rodor responded with a royal nod of his own. “Master Gaius? It is good to see you. Please take your seat next to Prince-Elect Merlin. I apologize about keeping you all waiting. We had matters to discuss in private before tomorrow’s events and the following day’s coronation.”

“Lady Elaine, if I may so, is resting comfortably upstairs. Perhaps tomorrow or the next day, we can move her into a guest chamber? I would like to watch her some more.” Gaius watched a slender blonde haired woman in a blue dress and a red haired woman in a green dress set covered platters down in front of everyone. “There is also her melancholy over her mother’s execution. Thank you, Gwen.”

“You are welcome, Gaius.” Gwen relaxed at the sight of Merlin and Gaius. Situation had changed. Arthur’s departure and her service in Tintagel pulled her heart in two. Despite her knowledge of everything, Merlin’s state of affairs proved jarring to say the least. Jealousy and Frustration frothed within herself. “I am glad that Lady Elaine is feeling better. I hope Lancelot is happy with her.”

Merlin nodded. Still, he held his peace. “I wish I knew more about it. They were talking.” A shrug deflected the point further. He discerned her feelings, however. She still has her feelings for Arthur and Lancelot. Of course she does! He took a draught from his goblet. His eyes met Morgana’s and then Accolon’s. Priorities conflicted between Friendship and New Position.

We thought as much. It is being dealt with. Morgana and I know all about it, Merlin. Gwen will be fine once we are settled back in Tintagel. Thank you though for noticing. Accolon raised his goblet toward him. “In the middle of everything, King Rodor, I wanted to toast our newest Prince…at least Prince-Elect…Merlin!”

“HEAR! HEAR!” The others around the table did the same.

“Thank you, Prince Accolon. I have to say that Prince Merlin is one of our great hopes. Princess Mithian is the other. I look at him and I see his father. I look at his feats and deeds, I know Merlin’s character and potential. I do not have to tell you of her capabilities. Her achievements and potential speak for themselves.” Rodor raised his own goblet to each of the engaged couple.

Merlin, is there something going on between Lancelot and Gwen? Mithian looked to him. Her eyebrow rose. Potential issues raised themselves within her mind. Security and Balance rested with Astolat in part. Affairs could not be had.

They had feelings when he was in Camelot. Prince Accolon assured me that it is being taken care of. Merlin bit into a piece of meat. He glanced to Gaius. “Sorry about what happened with King Uther.”

Gaius nodded. “Prince Arthur and I did tell you to stay back. I am just glad you were healed. I am glad that you are discovering your past and about your father, Prince Merlin. It feels strange to be here and transitioning into this new role.” He bowed to Rodor. “I meant no offense.”

“Nay, Gaius. Of course you did not. You merely state things as they are. I would say that such matters would have happened in their own time. King Uther would have found Merlin and you out. If not him then Prince Arthur. Meleagant’s incursion threw a stone through our collective window. It is for us now to replace that glass. It will not be the same as the old one. Rather, I believe it should take into account current realities yet balance those with happiness. I am sorry you were exposed. You have a place here. So does Prince Merlin. You both are on my council and have my ear. Unlike in Camelot, Guinevere, I assume, will have her chances to advance. Would you say so, Prince Accolon and Lady Morgana?”

“Gwen always does a wonderful job in her tasks. She is like a sister in many regards to me. Of course, I look out for her.” Morgana’s smile and eyes warmed the expanse between Gwen and herself.

“She will. She has one task already. The potential is there.” Accolon nodded to Gwen. “Lady Morgana has high regard. I do as well. We shall see.”

“Thank you both.” Gwen curtseyed. “I believe we need more wine. Can I get some more?” She glimpsed at Merlin and then at Mithian. What is going on with them? I still cannot believe Merlin is a secret noble! And a Prince? Getting a nod, she walked out.

Rodor leaned back. “She is a good servant. I think she will bring a great deal to your household.”

Accolon mulled over those thoughts. He ate from his own meat. Looks exchanged between Merlin, Morgana and himself.

Lots to think over….

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Chapter 52 [Somewhere Else]

The goddess observed everything within her citadel. Mists billowed between there and the outer world. Her priests and priestesses came and went in her service. Lament sagged on her spirits and dragged on her heart. Uther Pendragon does a great deal of damage in the name of his self-righteous pride! She scoffed. Her hand passed over the mists.

Camelot’s image appeared. Uther, Arthur, the knights and their entourage looked about the courtyard outside of their citadel. Castellans and passersby dropped their baskets and wares. Servants spilled water buckets. Uther bellowed orders to everyone around himself in an attempt to maintain Control’s illusion.

Aye, Uther. Do try to seem like you are in control. You cannot even accept a favor when it is granted to you. Can you? She raised an eyebrow. Bigot. Still, you sow the seeds of intolerance. I could not allow you to stir up dissension in Nemeth as you did in Tintagel a generation ago. A standoff would have done so as well. At least now, you are safe. Remember I could have arranged for you and your people to have an unfortunate accident. I am not such a being. I had you in my hands. I could have done so. She focused in on a certain brown-haired man with a mustache. Aye you. Petty thief. You have a role to play at some point. Your greed will prove Uther’s undoing. She looked to the side. Nimue? What news?

Nimue kneeled. “Kay of Nemeth killed himself. The traitors are to be dealt with at sunrise in Nemeth. Accolon of Nemeth’s and Merlin’s marriages are set to happen.”

I know of these things. Thank you, Child, for your attention, however. Ruthbert of Tintagel and Uther Pendragon are thorns in my side. So is Meleagant of Cawdor although he will not be so for a time at least. Pity. I hoped that Bors of Gaul would speak with Kay on our behalf at least toward coexistence. The goddess peered closer at the image. Now I would have to appeal to the Younger Pendragon directly.

Nimue forced a bow. Granted, she’d wish Camelot razed to the ground with Uther’s defeat. “With respect. That one listens to his father’s diatribe. He has known nothing else. I wish Arthur was more like Accolon in that way.”

And yet, Arthur has seen another side. He is torn. The goddess focused on Arthur. He endeavors to remain loyal to his sire. Yet he questions what happened in Nemeth. He knows Emrys’ roles. Now, the Boy Prince tries to bring his father’s hatred together with Emrys’ example. Wait until he discovers Morgana’s true role. And that of Mithian of Nemeth. She looked in on Uther. I believe Uther will have issues arranging for an alliance. Do the others know about tonight?

“We have spoken to the others. They will be there. I hope Merlin takes this seriously.” Nimue sniffed. She recalled several times when Merlin turned his back on her and the rest of their magical brethren for Camelot’s sake.

Emrys is aware that his role is different. You forget, Nimue. He is now Rodor of Nemeth’s subject. He is betrothed to Mithian. His thinking is torn as well. Still, Reyna of Astolat’s death made an impression on him. Kay of Nemeth’s ingratitude may have grated on him. Nemeth’s acceptance of who and what he is pulls him there. He has accepted his mantle as Dragon Lord. The goddess' view shifted to the dining chamber in Whitgate. You see? Emrys is a part of something forming there. That will keep his mind moving forward. He will be crucial in bringing the Young Pendragon’s mind to the turning point. And there is another I believe that can help us. Beatrice of Brittany, come….

“The one who was supposed to be for Kay of Nemeth?” Nimue pondered that fact.

Aye. She was to help the young man to accept magic and his heritage. Now, his unfortunate demise leaves her available. She and the Young Pendragon have met. It has been several years. And best of all, I do not believe she will not need love spells or base manipulation. Uther will have his proper marriage. The goddess felt another distortion. I believe we will see….

A tall elegant young woman stepped out of the shadows. Golden strands cascaded from her head, over robe’s hood and down her back. Her blue eyes sparkled in the torchlight. Serenity’s mask kept Relief’s and Frustration’s assaults at bay. “I am here, Mother.” She curtseyed. “Forgive me. I did not mean to make you wait.”

You did not, my Child. Thank you for your courtesy. The goddess regarded her. Beatrice, this is Nimue. She is your sister priestess. Both of you will be essential in the time to come.

“Sister.” Nimue nodded to Beatrice. “I just came from Nemeth. Your sire and you came up in discussion there.”

Beatrice nodded in response. “It is good to know that King Rodor has me in mind. It has been a long time. I await Prince Kay’s arrival.” She let out a long sigh. “How I wish he was more like Queen Taene or Princess Mithian. I will be glad to be her sister. I do my duty and will try to soften his heart. I wait for his arrival. Father hopes it will be soon.” Her heart ached. “Forgive me. My heart strays from its purpose.”

Matters have changed, Child. Kay of Nemeth is no longer your consideration. You will see Rodor and Mithian soon. The goddess raised an eyebrow. Share your concern. I believe I know what it is.

“Mother, there is another that I would be with. I know his father has twisted his mind against us. He is strong and brave. He believes that all men are equal. I wish he could see that we are not so bad! We can bring good to all.” Beatrice shook her head. “I…look in…on him from time to time. I am being foolish! His father would never consider me for his hand.”

“That sounds like Arthur Pendragon.” Nimue lifted an eyebrow. She peered over at the goddess.

Embarrassment’s crimson streaked Beatrice’s cheeks. “Forgive me! I express love when I should think of duty.” She curtseyed again.

The two can co-exist. You should speak with Accolon of Tintagel and Morgana Pendragon. They have both together. As long as you serve me, I can allow such things. The goddess nodded. And that is your mission. You are to be at Arthur Pendragon’s side as his Princess. You can perhaps soften and sway views of our kind with those people. It will not be easy. There is much risk. I can grant you that heart’s desire.

“I will, Mother. I will have to take care with King Uther. There are also those of like minds around him. I have observed such issues in Whitgate as well,” Beatrice presumed.

A coup was attempted against Rodor and Mithian earlier tonight. It failed. Kay of Nemeth thought he could follow Uther’s example. Accolon and Queen Radigund discovered the rebellion. Rodor seeks unity amongst his own people. Morgana and Accolon will marry and reunify Tintagel’s factions. You are to work toward the same with Camelot. I know you care for Arthur. However, you should not let your feelings get ahead of your duty. Am I clear? The goddess turned to Beatrice.

“I understand. Sister Nimue has told me of the gathering. Shall Father and I be there?” Beatrice thought on this state of affairs.

Aye. I was to bring the Young Pendragon. I believe your presence and your sire’s will better suit all concerned. Inform him of the gathering. Then, we shall speak later. You should know of your allies. Thank you, Child. The goddess nodded.

“Thank you.” Beatrice bowed. “It is good to meet you, Sister. Mother, will Sister Morgause be there? I met her some time ago.”

It can be arranged. Thank you for bringing her to my attention. Given her ties to Camelot and to Morgana Pendragon, I would have her there as well. Return to your place, the goddess nodded to her. Go in peace.

The goddess watched into the mists. How things did shift. She tried to maintain control….

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Chapter 53 [Merlin’s Chamber—Later that Night]

Merlin paced about his chamber. He sucked in a deep breath. So much is going on. How could Prince Kay rebel against the King? Arthur would *never* do that. He shook his head. Glad I am not the King having to write to that Count or Whatever over in Gaul. Lady Reyna died this morning. Those hardliners still want more blood? He sucked in a sharp breath. Now, Uther and Arthur know about my magic. I cannot believe that I am a Dragon Lord. And a noble too?

A knock came from the door.

He walked over to it. “Aye?”

“Merlin, it’s me!” Gaius called through it.

Merlin sucked in a deep breath. Here comes the lecture. He opened the door and stepped aside. “Lancelot!” His face brightened.

Lancelot grinned. “It is great to see you again, Merlin!” He embraced his friend. “You are still stirring things up. Congratulations! I believe you are in a better place.”

“That is to be determined, Lancelot.” Gaius raised the Eyebrow. “Get the door if you would? I am just glad that Merlin’s all right.” He looked Merlin over. “All things considered, you are doing very well, Merlin. We were extremely fortunate earlier.”

Lancelot closed the door. “Gaius, King Rodor’s aware of it. As soon as we can, I’d like to get Lady Elaine back to Astolat. She needs her rest. Besides, I need to see this estate for myself.” He ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I cannot believe that. I am going to be a Count. I have responsibilities.”

“I am glad to hear you say that, Lancelot. Merlin needs to be reminded of such things.” Gaius shook his head. “Merlin, you just had to fly in with Kilgarrah. Didn’t you? Do you know you just about started a war?”

“And Uther did not do that by burning Lady Reyna? Gaius, Kilgarrah requested that! King Rodor granted Kilgarrah sanctuary here! He earned it through his service just like Malodius and my father did!” Merlin threw his hands up in the air.

“Merlin…” Gaius rubbed his forehead. “I do not disagree that those things are earned. Still, we have to live in the real world! Uther and those who are opposed to magic will keep trying! You have to deal with them!”

“Gaius. With respect….” Lancelot sighed. “I am not about to let Lady Elaine be treated like that anymore. Granted, Merlin shouldn’t have done what he did for me back in Camelot. There’s talk of revising the Sorcerers’ Code. It’s like that Knights’ Code! People can see that sorcerers can’t just use magic for evil!”

“I would like to believe that. I will wait and see what comes out of the council. That may prove to be King Rodor’s saving grace. Are you planning to tell the King about that, Merlin?” Gaius looked Merlin over. He noted the furrowing brow. “You have, haven’t you?”

“It came out earlier. Princess Mithian, King Rodor, Lord Blumenwald and I talked about it. They spoke about authenticity and how people have to trust documents to trust rulers. I promised not to do it anymore. As if Lancelot’s banishment wasn’t enough in that regard. My fulfilling a debt to Lancelot and I guess Father’s service helped. Being honest with them was a good thing,” Merlin explained.

“Yet another fortunate turn for you, Merlin. Sometimes I wonder how you keep your head on your shoulders.” Gaius nodded. “We have a new King to serve. You will be a Prince. You have your knighthood and the Princess to consider. Remember though, we are not in Camelot. You are now in the open. You will have to learn how to deal with such things.”

Another knock came from the door.

Merlin? Can you open the door please? Mithian requested.

Merlin broke off the conversation. “I am learning about these things.” He opened the door. “Princess.” He lifted her hand and kissed it. “Sorry. Gaius, Lancelot and I were talking.”

“Discretion is a good thing, my Prince.” Mithian walked into the chamber. “I hope you will be ready to move in a few days? We will be in Prince Kay’s chamber.” She looked about the area.

“This is really nice for me. You mean there’s bigger?” Merlin sized up his chamber. “This is about the size of Prince Arthur’s chamber back in Camelot.”

Mithian snorted. “Prince Kay’s chamber is bigger. Merlin, this is a guest chamber. You are to be Crown Prince. Father wants us in a suitable place. Your humility, once again, does you justice. I am glad you consider such things. We will make sure Lady Hunith will enjoy her time here at court as well.”

“Hunith is coming, Milady?” Gaius cleared his throat.

“Aye, Master Gaius. She will be my Mother-in-Law and the Prince’s mother. I would not have her freezing in some hovel. Neither she nor Merlin should ever have had to suffer such things! I would treat her like the lady that she is.” Mithian nodded to Merlin. “She is our family, Merlin. She should be treated accordingly.”

Merlin’s heart warmed at her sentiments. “Mother will never believe it. She has no idea that Father was a Dragon Lord or a knight. She only knew him as a traveler.”

“Well, we shall have to show her. When she comes, Father and I will take you down to the Hall of Heroes. She can see for herself. By the way, we all are needed. Priestess Morgause?”

“Aye, Princess?” Morgause moved into view in the doorway. She regarded them all. “Prince-Elect Merlin.” She nodded to him. “Gaius. I am told you helped me?”

Gaius nodded. “If you are who I believe you to be, I helped to smuggle you out of Camelot as an infant. You survived I see.” He nodded to her. “What is going on?”

“The goddess requires our presence. There are matters to be discussed. She will let us know her thoughts on certain matters. Lancelot, Lady Elaine is already there waiting for us. I thank you for your regard for her well being.” Morgause waved her hands.

“That, Priestess, is my pleasure.” Lancelot bowed to Morgause. His heart warmed at the thought of Elaine.

“As it should be, Sir Lancelot. As her friend, I appreciate that as well.” Mithian nodded to her.

“On that note, we should be going.” Morgause waved her hands. Within a few heartbeats, the spell’s magic swept them away toward their next point.

Discussions here and there…Details to be decided….

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Chapter 54 [Another Place….]

Unlike Outer World’s conditions, late Spring held sway in that side realm. Warm breezes rustled grasses and trees’ leaves. Sol warmed the landscape from its blue backdrop. A few birds flew by overhead. Geese landed on a lake a few yards from said trees.

And that mist wafted by the water’s edge. Purpose, it seemed, had more than one use for it….

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Morgause reappeared with Merlin, Lancelot, Gaius, and Mithian in that meadow. She sucked in a deep breath. “Aye. I do believe this is the place.”

“The place?” Gaius looked all around at the landscape. “This all appears to be very calming. Still, I do not understand.”

“I believe this is where the goddess wishes to speak to us, Master Gaius?” Mithian raised an eyebrow. “It is very nice for a picnic of sorts, I imagine. I would like to know who else will be coming? Are we the only ones. Sister Morgause?”

“Nay, Princess. I have two others to bring to this place. I will be back soon.” Morgause disappeared again.

“She just vanished!” Lancelot stepped back from the others. He considered Morgause’s former spot. “Merlin? What is this place?”

“I wish I knew.” Merlin drew closer to Mithian and Lancelot. “Princess, this seems like some alternate world. We have no idea what could come of it and…”

“Merlin, the goddess would not just bring us here to harm us. I would hope not given Father’s and my roles in trying to co-exist with the Old Religion.” Mithian shook off that thought.

“We do not know if Morgause really meant that or not, Milady.” Gaius shook his head. “I agree with Merlin. We should take care with it and….”

An instant magical flash swept Elaine into that place next. “What? I thought I was in that chamber? Now, I am here? Oh. where am I? I….?” She turned. “Lancelot? You too?” She walked toward him as quickly as she could manage.

“Aye. It seems we are both here for a gathering, I imagine?” Lancelot squeezed her hands in his. “Princess Mithian and Merlin are here too.”

“Princess? Prince-Elect Merlin?” Elaine curtseyed. “Master Gaius?”

“You should walk slower, Lady Elaine. You still need rest after the mushroom toxicity.” Gaius looked about the area. “I do wish there was a place where you could sit down.” The Eyebrow arched.

Patience, Gaius. I will attend to all of these matters. Calm yourself. Morgause mentioned I had a few others to join you in that place. Did she not? Always looking to the apparent. Tsk!

“Gaius, you know?” Merlin wondered.

“I believe it to be the goddess,” Gaius guessed.

“I heard her speaking to Mama before that awful business!” Elaine bowed.

Thank you, Child. Aye. I am the triple goddess. You are all safe in this place. Gaius and I have our own accounts to settle. That will not be today. Others will be joining you. They are vital to the shape of this world. Your mother’s sacrifice should not be in vain. We will speak to this. For now, Gaius is correct. Please sit. The others will join you very shortly. With that, her voice went silent.

Lancelot took off his cloak. “Please sit on this, Lady Elaine. I will be all right.” He spread it atop the grass. Then, he guided her down to that point.

“Thank you.” Elaine gingerly eased himself onto his cloak. “I wonder who she is going to want us to talk to?” Lament sagged on her again at the mention of Reyna again. “I wish Mama were here with us.”

“I wish that too. She sacrificed herself for me.” Merlin bowed his head. He shook his head on that note.

“Mer…My Prince! STOP IT!” Mithian grabbed onto Merlin’s arms. “Lady Reyna did her duty! She would have done the same thing for any man, woman, or creature running around out there! You did your duty! Aye! So did she. You wish to do something? I believe you can. You can make the most of this life you have now. Stand at my side. Stand with Father!” She shook Gaius off. “Nay, Master Gaius! The time for being in the shadows is over.”

“Milady, you should still take care. The landscape is still unstable.” Gaius glanced to Merlin. “We should use discretion.”

“Aye. I agree with that, Master Gaius. Father will guide Merlin and me as he will everyone else. I trust his experience.” Mithian sucked in a deep breath. “We can have this discussion in the Royal Council after it is officially brought together once again.”

Mists billowed off of the lake. They thickened into a solid fog bank along the shoreline. Shadows loomed within it.

Nimue stepped onto the grass. “Already bickering are we, Merlin?” She sniffed. An obnoxious smirk spread across her face. “So predictable!” She beckoned toward the mists. “Step through! We wait.”

“I can imagine. I would not believe it so!” Rodor stepped onto the grass. He looked about the area. Then, he saw Mithian and the others. “Daughter! So, you are here?”

“Aye. Sister Morgause brought us but a very short time ago. Who is with you?” Mithian nodded to Rodor.

“Fellow monarchs and friends that I have not seen in a very long time. It seems we will have several allies to welcome to court.” Rodor smiled at her. “Prince-Elect Merlin, you will be pleased as well.” He turned back toward the mists. “COME ALONG! IT IS SAFE!”

“I am glad to hear it.” A blonde-haired and bearded man strode onto the grass next. He wore a powder-blue surcoat atop his chain mail. A jeweled crown glittered from atop his head. Next to him, a slender dark-haired teenager looked about the area. “Where are we, Sire?”

“I suppose we will find out soon enough.” Bors closed his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath. “Ah! The warm air feels good!” He offered space for the next group. “I am impressed, Sister Nimue.”

“The goddess summons. We are glad to do our duty as well.” She waved two more men through. “King Mark of Tara and King Rystall of the Uí Neill. Behind them, we have King Alfonso of Toledo, Dowager-Empress Soredamors and Emperor Cligés of the Eastern Roman Empire, Prester John of Ethiopia, and you know Exiled Princess Josiane of Egypt. Everyone, welcome to the goddess’ domain.

“Mama, step through. It seems safe.” Josiane guided a woman with red and white streaked hair toward everyone. Distrust glinted in her eye toward her half-brother. “I would hope to serve with King Rodor once again. Prince Merlin! Princess Mithian!” She waved to them.

“Patience.” A tall dark-skinned man rubbed Josiane’s shoulder. “We all seek such things. Our people could use assistance against Mustafa’s terror. In the meantime, perhaps King Rodor might be of service?”

“I would ask. I would see my Lord Boeve more frequently. Perhaps he can help convince Camelot?” Josiane supposed.

“I can hope for allies.” Beatrice appeared off to Merlin and Mithian’s other side. “Greetings!” She curtseyed. “King Rodor, Princess Mithian, Prince Bors, Sire.” Her elegant emerald gown replaced her priestess’ robes. “My father sends his regards. King Rodor, Princess Mithian, my father sends his condolences and sympathy.”

“Thank you. It has been too long. We should entertain you, Lady Beatrice. Seek you a husband or are there other affairs?” Rodor turned to Bors.

“We are on our way to Camelot.” Bors held up a scroll. “Uther seeks a marriage for Prince Arthur. I hope to offer Lady Beatrice’s hand? That way, he and I can shore up our own alliance. I can also hope to end this obsession of Uther’s as well.”

“Truly so?” Rodor nodded. “That would be a desirable outcome indeed. Given our turn of events over the past fortnight, Camelot and Nemeth would welcome any peaceful outcome.”

Desirable outcome? Merlin glanced at Morgana and Accolon. Arthur’s not going to be happy with this.

Morgana raised an eyebrow toward Merlin. He’s going to have to deal with it, Merlin. Lady Beatrice and he were close as children much as Accolon and I were. I am sure he will be all right. Besides I can look after Gwen. She can choose someone suitable and that she cares for. I promise that. It will suit the goddess’ ends and her own.

The goddess’ ends? Merlin pondered that notion.

Aye, Emrys! My ends. The goddess appeared in a flash of light. Greetings, my Children. I thank you all for coming. I will keep this brief. Afterwards I leave your connections to you. I wish for co-existence across Britannia and ringing the Roman Sea. I tire of my followers being tortured and harassed through no fault of their own. I wish for you to make this happen in your realms. I could force some to come over to me. The situations in Tintagel of the previous generation and in Nemeth just this past fortnight reveal the divides between tolerant and intolerant. Radigund of the Amazons and my Lady of the Fountain are already allied with this aim. I wish for the rest of you to make it so. Princess Josiane?

“Aye?” Josiane nodded. “I would follow that co-existence’s way. Nemeth knows of my efforts in that regard. I would extend my best to Kilgarrah the Dragon and Malodius as well. I appreciate your aid.”

Consider your wishes conveyed to them. Your beloved prays for you. I hear his prayers. Rodor of Nemeth can use your experience. You may have your service amongst your friends. Thank you, Children. The priestesses will help you to return when you are ready.

“Everyone!” Rodor held his hands up. “I can offer my council chamber! Queen Radigund is a guest in my citadel. We can have our discussion! I can provide food and drink for anyone as you might like!”

“We would like that. I would like an alliance with you, King Rodor. Queen Annis has many good things to say about you!” Mark extended his hand.

“She is a worthy friend. I pray everyone here is of the same quality. I believe that you will be.” Rodor shook hands. “Then please step through. I prepare for my son’s burial. His death reminds us of why such measures are needed. We need such a peace. I would revive the Sorcerers’ Code.”

“Aye. Such a measure was adopted throughout our islands.” Rystall agreed. “Perhaps then, we might hold discussions? I would like to hear your thoughts.”

“Then, it shall be done.” Rodor motioned toward the mists. “Sister Nimue, can you please?”

“Then, step through. It shall be done.” Nimue pointed toward the mists. “You will find yourselves back in Whitgate. Prince Merlin, Gaius, you will find your tomes in the Physician’s Chamber. Your grimoire and staff are in your chambers, Prince Merlin.”

Maybe we can have peace? Merlin took Mithian’s hand in his.

Have faith, my Prince. One can always hope. That fretting is another of those rough edges. Mithian led him into the portal.

“Thank you.” Rodor nodded to Nimue. “Come, my Friends.” He led the rest of them back toward Nemeth.

Perhaps there might be hope after all? Nimue followed suit. She closed the portal behind them.

Introductions made…business to follow….

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Chapter 55 [Four Days Later]
[A/N: Here I skip ahead a little]

Ritual and Pageantry ran their course. The rebels climbed the scaffold to their due end. Kay received a somber and more reserved internment in the royal crypt than normal due to his role. Coronation and Hand Fastings helped soothe Anger’s bile and ease Healing’s balm across Nemeth. Negotiations came to a rapid conclusion. Britannia, Gaul, Egypt, Ethiopia, the Eastern Roman Empire and Eire renewed their Sorcerers’ Code. Treaties and Alliances were sealed. Handshakes were exchanged.

Merlin and Mithian sat alongside Rodor on matters of state….

Alas, Readers, we have the *other* business at hand….

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[Camelot]

Arthur sat at his desk. A week had passed since the impromptu return from Whitgate. Searches for the sorcerer responsible for History’s first “rapid transit” (at least that’s what Camelot thought) proved fruitless. The massive state funeral for the fallen knights reinforced the need for training. He stretched his arms and legs. Documents stacked up beside him. He knew Uther expected updates on those reports. He shook his head.

Details…always details…

I will NEVER get through these! He raised the waiting goblet to his mouth. Alas! The overfilled goblet spilled all over his tunic and pants. He slammed it to the desk. “GEORGE!!!!”

George scurried into the chamber. He remained busy…constantly busy. He swept all of the chambers. He cleaned the windows. He mucked out the stables. He made sure Arthur would never run out of wine. “Aye, Sire! I will have dinner ready in another turn….”

Arthur curled his lip. “George, who taught you how to fill a goblet?” He shook his soaked sleeve off. “Look at me!” He got up. “I spilled this all over myself!”

“Sire. I did not want you to be without! I…I am sorry.” George bit his lip. “I’ve been trying to get everything clean for you. I know….”

“Have you dumped my chamber pot yet?” Arthur bowed his head. The reek in his chambers forced him to stay in a guest chamber on the previous night. “I believe that is more important than your STUPID POLISHING!! CAN YOU BE ANY BIGGER OF AN IDIOT?” He slapped his hands on the desk. “Just…Just…go do that.” He pointed toward the door. “I want the chamber pots dumped. I want fresh linens on the bed. Even Merlin could do that….” He sucked in a deep breath.

“Merlin.” George frowned. He bowed his head. “I’m better than that peasant….”

“What…did you say?” Arthur glared at the insolent servant. “First of all, Merlin at least can fill a goblet! He knows how to dump a chamber pot and change sheets! He does not wet his pants at the sight of a battle!” He coughed. “And besides, he may have been raised like a peasant. He was supposed to be noble.” His eyes rolled at that statement. His brain seized up at that point.

Merlin….

How much else did he deceive us on? Arthur ground his teeth. All of Gaius’ medical books are gone. Everything of his was cleared out. More sorcery! More witches! Father is ready to tear his own hair out over that. We have to deal with Aredian AGAIN. He grimaced. “Besides, Merlin is now a Crown Prince. Say that again and I’ll do more than just sack you! Are we clear?” He pointed toward the passage. “GO!”

George narrowed his eyes. How could Merlin be a Prince and yet work here? Was it to do with that creature in the cave below? He’s a sorcerer! He skulked out of the chamber. He nearly bumped into Geoffrey of Monmouth. “Pardon me, Sir!” He bowed. Then, he slipped past and hustled down the passage.

“Is he the best servant left?” Arthur regarded himself. His face reddened. Embarrassment curled his mouth into an even tighter frown. “Lord Geoffrey, my apologies. You should not have had to hear that.” He shook his head.

“Unfortunately, Prince Arthur. We are training others to take…umm…you know’s…place.” Geoffrey bowed. He recalled Uther’s directions on how to approach Arthur in that way. He definitely wasn’t about to mention Gwen or Morgana.

“You mean Merlin?” Arthur raised an eyebrow. “You can say his name. I cannot believe what he did or how he deceived us.” He took another deep breath. “I may have to take my dinner up here tonight. I have so much to get caught up on. And since I do not have a reliable servant, it makes it harder.”

“Prince Arthur, the King needs you downstairs. You should change into your best clothes. With respect, we have guests. King Uther said that everything else can wait. This was a matter of extreme urgency. I will wait for you.” Geoffrey stepped back by the door.

“Thank you. It will not take me long.” Arthur frowned. State dinner? Now? Father was not expecting anyone. He pulled out his best tunic and pants. “Whoever it is will have to forgive my boots.” He huffed a breath. He went behind the changing screen.

Had to look good….

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[A Third of an Hourglass Turn Later—Dining Chamber]

Uther took a draught from his goblet. Impatience pushed his eyes toward the door. “Forgive Prince Arthur. I am afraid you took us all by surprise.” He considered the parchment scroll in front of himself. He glanced at Beatrice. Opportunity beckoned to him.

“Actually, you are being a very good host. You know I would not have come in such a fashion without reason. Prince Arthur is attentive to detail. Given everything that has happened over the past fortnight, I can afford to be patient, King Uther.” Bors smiled. “I know how close Lady Beatrice and the Prince were several years ago. Prince Kay of Nemeth’s death left her available again for a good marriage. I immediately thought of Prince Arthur.”

“Camelot appreciates it.” Gratitude gleamed in Uther’s eyes. “I remember you, Lady Beatrice, as a child visiting here with your parents. I remember you could sing and play the harp as I recall?”

“Aye, Sire. I am a little out of practice. Perhaps, in between my other duties to the court and service to you, I might practice?” She bowed her head slightly.

“I believe that can be arranged.” Uther sized her up. He knew well of her family’s Gallo-Roman heritage. He welcomed Bors’ support and offer to renew their alliance. “Culture, Lady Beatrice, is always welcome here in Camelot.” He grinned. Beatrice’s dowry brought land and opportunities in Gaul as well. “We do express our condolences about Prince Kay. It was a tragic turn of events leading to his death. I am glad that you could recall the good feelings that Prince Arthur and you shared. I am sure he will recall that.” He saw Geoffrey and Arthur walk in the door. “Ah! There he is now!”

“My apologies, Sire.” Arthur nodded to him. “King Bors? It is a pleasure! I’m sure Father has welcomed you to Camelot. I would like to say it is good to see you! And, Lady Beatrice? It has been far too long! It is good to see you again.” He bowed to Bors. Then he lifted and kissed Beatrice’s hand.

“Thank you, Prince Arthur. I am glad to see you as well.” Pink streaked Beatrice’s cheeks. Affection gleamed in her eyes. She stood. “Excuse me. I am glad to see you are still well. I look forward to getting to know you again.”

“I look forward to your visit of course. Will it be an extended one?” Arthur relaxed. Memoria recalled Beatrice’s previous visits to Camelot as well. He recalled their horseback rides and such. “Do you still ride?”

“I do indeed, Sire! I remember there are some views on the cliffs a pleasant ride from here?” She glanced at him and then back toward Uther.

“There are indeed. Prince Arthur, your reports can wait a few days. I can allow that much. You have more important matters of state to attend to.” Uther motioned to Beatrice. “Lady Beatrice is going to be here at court with us. In fact, Prince Kay’s unfortunate passing opened an opportunity for you.”

“Father?” Arthur glanced at Uther, Beatrice and then Bors. “I do not understand.”

“Prince Arthur, as I recall, Lady Beatrice and you have been friends for many years. I recall you telling Prince Bors once that you wished to marry someone that you care for. Well, as I am a friend of Camelot, I am offering that to you. I believe that she and you can strengthen the alliance between our kingdoms. Besides, you two care for each other. Prince Bors and Princess Griswalda will join us tomorrow. Perhaps you four might have a picnic together at that cliff?”

“I think it sounds like a splendid idea, King Bors. Prince Arthur has always said that he wishes to marry a woman of Lady Beatrice’s quality. He wishes that he and that woman…Princess and Queen…could care and be an example for our people. I will say that for his other faults, Rodor’s love for his deceased Queen is an example in that regard. As long as it is a good marriage for Camelot and our subjects, why should we not have love as well? Uther supposed.

And that is the string. Is it not, Father? Arthur mused over such matters in his mind. Gwen remained at Tintagel. Questions ate at him over Morgana’s and Accolon’s attitudes toward his seeing her. Still, his heart skipped a beat for the woman to his left as well. Rift had grown between Arthur and Uther on this matter. Frankly, Fear ate at Arthur that Uther would force some hag on him for his own ambition.

Bors had rendered him a great favor. Beatrice’s warmth strummed Memoria and his heart akin to her fingers across Harp’s strings. He and she cared for each other. Compassion guided her in a great many things…that he did know.

And best of all, Uther approved. Uther was all but shoving her at him.

This is the best opportunity Father is going to present to me. Arthur looked over at Beatrice. “I know this is not Gaul or your father’s lands, Lady Beatrice. You know that I respect you and those you care for. Granted, my first priority is Camelot. With permission, King Bors, we could work toward helping those people as well?”

“That is up to King Bors and King Uther, Prince Arthur. I would like that very much.” Beatrice’s eyes turned to Uther and then to Bors. “Sire? Your Highness?”

Bors glanced to Uther. “I know we would prefer to avoid entanglements with subinfeudation. However, aye, an alliance would allow for such matters. One should care for their subjects.”

“Well put. Prince Arthur, you also stated your point very well. Indeed so. As long as we remember where all things are.” Uther raised his goblet to Arthur. Then, he drank a mouthful. “Speaking of such, we should be making preparations and holding ourselves in readiness. Should we not?”

“Aye, Father. King Bors, thank you. Lady Beatrice, may we have many good years together.” Arthur’s lips signed and sealed Pledge’s mark across her knuckles. His eyes met hers.

“Thank you, Prince Arthur. If I may say, this is the hope of my childhood dreams. I wished to serve beside someone as noble as yourself. Forgive me, King Uther. I go on.” Beatrice bowed to Uther.

“Forgive you? Why would there be any such need? I appreciate your words and outlook. I believe you will have a very good effect on Camelot and our court.” Uther stood and walked over to her. “As Prince Arthur said, welcome. I look forward to seeing what you make of yourself here.”

“Aye.” Beatrice nodded. Her smile spread across her face. May we see the best for all…magical or mundane, King Uther. That is what we should hope for.

Interesting times indeed….

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Chapter 56 [Council Chamber—Whitgate]

Merlin adjusted the Prince’s crown on his head. His mind spun over the court’s details. Diplomacy, Policy, Finances and Legal Matters befuddled him. How do Uther and Arthur do this? How do Rodor and Mithian deal with it?

Through a great deal of practice and patience, my Prince. Not everything is learned overnight. I still need to ask Lord Blumenwald and Father questions about certain things. It is all right not to know everything at once. Mithian drank from her water goblet.

Malodius lifted an eyebrow at Merlin.

I can hope so. Merlin leaned back in his chair. Insecurity ate at him. I guess I can help you later with your magic?

Now see? There is something else I need help with. Mithian smiled at him. We all have something to offer, Merlin. Just give yourself time. All right? Look around us. Master Gaius, Lord Blumenwald and Father all bring experience. Princess Josiane, Lady Blancheflor and I are still learning. Count Lancelot, Countess Elaine and you will learn as well. She turned to Rodor. A royal nod let the King know her attention remained on him.

Rodor cleared his throat. “Good afternoon. Thank you all.” He looked at his new counselors. “I know I do not have to tell you about the last fortnight. I do not think Nemeth has seen more upheaval in the last two centuries as it has at this point. I see many new faces on this council. I believe we can all help each other in one way or another. “Master Gaius, Princess Josiane, Lady Blancheflor, I believe your experience can be very beneficial. Count Lancelot and Countess Elaine, I think you will bring a great deal to the discussion. Prince Merlin, look at your experience along with Master Gaius’ on the Sorcerer’s Code. We have a great many issues ahead of us. We have to look at our knights’ numbers. Prince Merlin and Princess Mithian have their royal progress to plan and undertake. We should plan a new land survey.”

“Sire, if I may? I would add the changing of roles,” Lady Blancheflor interjected. “In some cases, a reeve could be running the estate while we serve here.”

“Indeed. Thank you.” Rodor nodded. “Lord Blumenwald and I will be discussing such matters. We shall bring such matters to our common attention. Master Gaius, what is the state of our medical services?”

Gaius stood. “With thanks to Nimue, Sire, I have all of my medical tomes are in the Physician’s Quarters. I have turned Master Wyngate’s former bedchamber into a hospice area. I wish additional places for such matters. Britomart is quite skilled as a healer. I must say surprisingly so. Having two of us and the midwives does help. I would be interested in seeing the survey results. Perhaps we can have medical services in other villages?”

“I would agree. Perhaps we can work with the priestesses in this regard?” Blancheflor offered. “Look at what Lady Reyna accomplished in the area around Shalott. Their service has accomplished a great deal around Riversmore. Perhaps if people see that magic has that good as well as evil, they might not support the hardliners?”

Gaius nodded. “Indeed so.”

“We shall make it so!” Rodor looked to Mithian. “Daughter, you and Prince Merlin should keep an eye out for such opportunities during your progress. The surveyors will go out later. Still, we should reach out to the people.”

“If anyone needs it, Gaius has taught me some. I can help, Sire.” Merlin glanced at Gaius and then back to Rodor.

“Indeed, you can, Prince Merlin. Perhaps you might want to have Britomart accompany you on the progress?” Gaius muddled over that thought in his mind. What is this progress? Is it safe?

“Sorry, Sire. What is this progress?” Merlin raised an eyebrow at that notion.

“Newly married Crown Princes and Crown Princesses traditionally make a royal progress around the kingdom, my Prince,” Mithian clarified. “We do exactly what you just suggested. We greet the people. We listen to their needs. But we get to see them on their level. They are our people.”

“Well put.” Rodor nodded. “I believe, Prince Merlin, you will do just fine in that regard. There are certain places I would have you take care in. Still, we should be caring for our subjects. They deserve no less. We also make diplomatic stops along the way. I believe Tintagel and Caerveron will be welcome stops. Queen Radigund has invited you both to visit the Amazons. Queen Vivian looks forward to hosting you both. I would stay clear of Camelot, Mercia and the border with Cawdor.”

“Riversmore is safe enough. Sir Percival and I will make sure of that,” Blanchefleur vowed. “The people should see them especially along the invaders’ route.”

“I wish I could speak with Count Boeve. Hampton would be nice to visit. It is still Camelot’s land.” Josiane drank from her mead. “That is a hostile place.” She shook her head on that point.

“Aye. It does. We should be aware. One day, we can hope for better things. Perhaps, Count Lancelot and Countess Elaine, you might accompany them as well? I believe your reeve can keep matters going on Astolat for now?” Rodor presumed.

“I believe so, Sire. I fear I am not my father. I will have to rely on my man’s knowledge and wisdom in that regard.” Elaine bowed her head. “I can help with some healing as well. Mother taught me some.”

“That would be welcome. I would like your company.” Mithian smiled for Elaine’s benefit. “Besides we can speak on certain matters of state at times during the trip.”

Rodor cleared his throat. “Daughter.”

“I know! I know it is a honeymoon for Prince Merlin and me. We can keep it to certain points.” Mithian shrugged.

“We do have to have places where you can hunt too,” Merlin interjected.

“Why my Prince! You remembered that.” Mithian smirked. Her eyes twinkled at him. “I believe you will have a fishing spear as well?”

“I will. I like to catch breakfast.” Merlin smiled back. “And maybe there could be some game or fowl for dinner?”

“If I have my way, aye. I’d never let you go hungry, my Prince. Besides, I can also work on my magic?” Mithian rubbed her forehead. “That is where you are far ahead of me.”

“We can do that. As you told me, you should be patient. I can help you that way.” Merlin nodded to her.

“That is a noble sentiment. Very well. On that note, I believe we have what we need. We will convene again after the progress returns. I believe our meal awaits. Thank you.” Rodor stood. “Follow me.” He strode from the chamber.

See, Merlin? I told you that you would be all right in that regard. Of course, we still have the rough edges to work on. Mithian squeezed his hand.

Merlin sighed. He wondered if he’d ever get rid of those edges…then again would she want him to?

That was the question….

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Conclusion [A Week Later—Along Tintagel’s Coastline]

Pleasant breezes blew along Tintagel’s cliffs. Sol warmed landscape and hearts alike. A few gulls soared on high. Trees’ branches waved toward entourage.

Diplomatic overtures were made from such things….

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Mithian inspected the cooking rabbits on their respective spits. “I believe this will make a fine meal.” Approval spread the smile across her face.

“Never say I forget my friends, Princess.” Accolon smiled. “We may be involved in court matters. We do remember where the prime hunting spots are.”

Morgana grinned. Her crossbow sat by her side. “Peter will enjoy that stag tomorrow. The King does like his venison.” Her eyes twinkled toward Accolon. “It was very nice of Princess Beatrice to leave that Roman oil for us.”

“That is the secret!” Mithian realized.

“It makes a difference.” Merlin held up a skein of fish. “Wow. You beat us back here. Here I thought I was getting dinner.” He leaned down and kissed Mithian’s cheek. “You were busy.”

“I ran into our fine friends here, my Prince. I see you were too.” Mithian nodded at him.

“Merlin always can sense the best fishing places. Must be because of Prince Arthur’s appetite.” Morgana jabbed at Merlin. Teasing spiced her words.

“Seriously. I was good at it before. Remember the river close to Ealdor? We had to eat. I learned to fish without the magic. Besides, I have certain Princesses to look after too.” Merlin grinned back at her. So there!

“Careful, Merlin. If Prince Arthur was here, he’d be going on about you acting like a girl,” Accolon jabbed at him.

“That he would do.” Merlin rolled his eyes.

A playful snort escaped Mithian. “Oh really?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I shall have to see about the fishing and that river when we meet your mother there.” She mused over the extra few days to get around Camelot’s border to get to Ealdor from the north. “At least Queen Radigund was good enough to allow us safe passage.”

“And Gwen likes her trout as well.” Merlin turned toward Gwen who helped Britomart set the blanket so to speak.

“Thank you, Merlin.” Gwen gave him a wistful smile. Her heart still ached over Arthur. Lancelot’s marriage to Elaine dashed certain other hopes. “I should not eat at the same place….”

“Pardon?” Morgana cleared her throat. “I believe Prince Merlin invited you to sit with us? I am making it a command, Gwen. You are eating with us. Britomart, there is too much food for just us.”

“I insist as well.” Mithian added a pointed look for emphasis at her servant/bodyguard/best friend.

“Oh please!” Elaine called from beside the blanket.

“I could pull you both over here.” Josiane cleared her throat.

“There are no arrogant prats at this blanket, Ladies.” Lancelot bit into an apple. He leaned closer to Elaine. Perhaps, he and Gwen couldn’t be together. Still, that didn’t prevent them from being friends.

“Very well. I do wish Prince Arthur and Princess Beatrice could join us as well.” Gwen set the goblets in place. “Perhaps one day.” She wiped her brow off with her handkerchief.

“One day we will all co-exist. That is what we should build towards.” Accolon joined them all. “As Countess Elaine’s mother would remind us.” He waited for them all to join him around the blanket. “To Lady Reyna and her memory, may that and her example guide us to healing our lands.”

“HEAR! HEAR! HUZZAH!”

Such sentiments, it seemed, were an excellent start. The process was well underway.

But let’s allow our group Picnic’s comradery and Honeymoon’s bliss. After all, such is only proper….

THE END