Forty-seven
[Mordred hadn't slept since Agravaine informed him of what he'd remembered from the night of his attack. Between attempting to puzzle out the truth from a scant amount of clues and the vaguely unsettling feeling that he felt both closer to and farther from his true 'family' than he had in ages, the idea of laying down with only his dream to keep him company seemed like a bad one. So instead, Mordred drew upon what he remembered from long ago, when thanks to his upbringing he'd received an education that included various languages along with what could be considered the classics.
Somehow, after muddling through the memories, a light went off somewhere in the recesses of his mind, and a question was scrawled on a piece of paper and left out for Agravaine to see. Ares, the Greek God of War? Yes? Deep down, he hoped he was incorrect, but he knew his gut instincts rarely steered him wrong. And if that be the case, then someone was bound for a very unpleasant wake-up call from the family Orkney and their compatriots.]
I need to hit the gym. Perhaps find a sparring partner. I get the distinct impression it's about to get a mite hairy around here and I'll need to be in better shape if that be the case.
Somehow, after muddling through the memories, a light went off somewhere in the recesses of his mind, and a question was scrawled on a piece of paper and left out for Agravaine to see. Ares, the Greek God of War? Yes? Deep down, he hoped he was incorrect, but he knew his gut instincts rarely steered him wrong. And if that be the case, then someone was bound for a very unpleasant wake-up call from the family Orkney and their compatriots.]
I need to hit the gym. Perhaps find a sparring partner. I get the distinct impression it's about to get a mite hairy around here and I'll need to be in better shape if that be the case.