The Causeway, Tuesday Morning
It was ridiculously early when Arthur made it down to the causeway. He'd stayed here yesterday to recuperate, but he couldn't afford to waste any more time. He needed to get back to Camelot, to see if his father remembered anything, and if so, to salvage the situation as best he could.
He had his new sword sitting on his belt; he was almost inspired to draw it at least twice when the strange bears came wandering in, but they seemed oddly friendly. Even if he had absolutely no interest in the beverages they were offering.
He would leave soon - he just had to say goodbye to one or two more people, and then he and Merlin could make it down the causeway and go home again.
And not a moment too soon, either.
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He had his new sword sitting on his belt; he was almost inspired to draw it at least twice when the strange bears came wandering in, but they seemed oddly friendly. Even if he had absolutely no interest in the beverages they were offering.
He would leave soon - he just had to say goodbye to one or two more people, and then he and Merlin could make it down the causeway and go home again.
And not a moment too soon, either.
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