It had not been a good night for poor old Gaius. While Merlin had been released in the wake of his arrest, Gaius himself had been cast into a cold cell. Occasionally, Aredian would visit, and the visits were less pleasant every time. Sometimes because of actions, though those weren't the worst ( Read more... )

"Merlin!"

There hadn't been a sign of the boy on Monday. Gaius hadn't known where he was, Morgana's maidservant - the one Merlin'd been sweet on years ago, Guinevere - didn't have a clue, and his father had just said something about keeping a better eye on one's servant, as if it were even remotely possible to keep the bloody idiot on a leashBy ( Read more... )

It had been several days' walk getting here, with precious little chance to get anywhere near where anyone held horses. And Arthur hadn't had too much coin on him regardless - the villagers might have lended him a horse based by his identity alone if he'd gotten close enough, but he had mixed feelings about taking from the poorer towns along the ( Read more... )