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[andfutureking]

    “Kay! Kay!”

He’s just a scrawny, scruffy thing with mussed hair and a smudge or two on his face, and he comes tearing in bearing a sword that looks like it should to be too heavy for him to even lift. Some people might recognize it.

“I’ve found a sword for you!”

He stops suddenly, swinging the sword to bring its point to rest on the

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[myrddin_wyllt]

Well here's someone Arthur might know.... He's smoking a pipe sedately, and that's a lot of eyebrows for you....

"Well, My Lad. I always knew you had it in you!"

Merlin, of course, knows him well enough.

[andfutureking]

"Merlin!" He rushes towards him. "I thought you'd gone away!"

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Come now!" He opens his arms to the lad. "I'm never that far from those I believe in."

[andfutureking]

He sets down the sword and rushes to him. "But still, you said..."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"What did I say, lad? I'm here now, am I not?"

[andfutureking]

"Yes. You are."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"And rather glad to see you, aye. Come now, and have a seat. There is aught I must explain."

[andfutureking]

"I don't have time, Merlin," he says. "I have to find Kay."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Kay will find you in due time, lad."

[andfutureking]

"But I haven't got time, you see. He needs a sword..." He pulls away, visibly torn between his squire's duties and the mentor he thought had gone. "I'll find you after, Merlin, I promise."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"He has a sword, here. Sit lad. He will not be cross with you, take my word for it."

[andfutureking]

He has already started to back away, and he bends down to pick up the sword as he passes it. "Please, Merlin, I'd rather make sure. I'll come right back. I promise."

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin makes a magnanimous gesture. He'll be back, he knows.