It was the first day of the jousting tournament. There was no place Arthur would rather be than out there, amidst the tents, observing his final preparations and discussing the oncoming matches with his knights. (And, perhaps, making it clear to them that he really did expect them to face him as they did anyone. It wasn't that he had anything to
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At that, his eyes darted towards Arthur, almost guiltily.
"Continue," Uther said, steel-faced.
"I... served his Majesty for some time," he said, "He came to trust me. One day, he called for a guest. A dark and threatening man. I believe his name is Myror, an assassin. And I believe they made-- arrangements against your son. The prince." Arthur gained a slight, respectful nod of his head.
The frown on Uther's face deepened. "And you are sure of this?"
"I was there in person," he spoke, "Odin has put a price on Prince Arthur's head."
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Come to think of it, Merlin was rather frowny as well.
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"He's been maddened with grief, my Lord," the man said, carefully.
Uther's features became distinctly uglier. "I've heard of this Myror," he said, darkly. And picked up his sword.
"I believe he's headed for Camelot as we speak." A long pause. "I bring you this information at... great risk to myself." And lo, he got a small purse of coins tossed his way before being dismissed.
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"Merlin," he said, "Time to get my armor and lance - the tournament is about to begin."
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That's a lot of disbelief.
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