Uther stood at the nursery window as he had all night, watching as the sun rose and Camelot sprung into life. He took no notice of any of this, his rage filled him. Arthur lay in his crib, starting to fuss. The wet nurse woke from her cot and prepared him for feeding. He sighed; it should not have been this way. His son, who the seer’s had
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