"Yes, and once you've finished that, I'd like you to muck out my horses. There's also my riding boots, which are in a disgraceful state, and my armour to polish, floor to sweep, bed to make, saddle to shine-- properly this time, and are you even listening to me, Merli--"
Unfortunately, Arthur's tirade is cut woefully short, on account of his sudden
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