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“The last time you were here,” the king said finally, “you set fire to something.” Arthur grimaced down at his hands. “Yes. I mean—my apologies.” “What was it, do you recall?” Arthur pretended to think about it. “Er—I believe it was your wife, sire.”
don’t you think you should meet people where they are?” “I like to meet people where I am,” said Arthur, as they got to their feet. “I’m already there. Saves on the commute.”
“What? I’ve never known anything,” Arthur said. “It’s well documented, you can ask anybody.”
“Well, it’s been lovely,” he said, getting to his feet, “but I think I’d better be going. Very glad you’re all alive, of course—good job, and keep it up for the foreseeable. Good evening, Your Majesty, Your Highnesses…”
Gwen snorted. “Christ, don’t hurt yourself. You look like Merlin is in your breeches clawing holes in something vital.” “The cat’s name is Lucifer,” Arthur said, sounding pathetic even to his own ears. “Art,” Gwen said. “I know.” “Then why did you just call him Merlin?” “No, you imbecile,” Gwen said, rolling her eyes and leaning in closer as she lowered her voice. “I know. About you. And—and Gabriel.”
“Excuse me,” said Arthur. “We were talking about me, and then you got a little sidetracked, but just to recap—”
He dreamed of Gabriel sitting on a horse, the crown on his head white-hot and burning—he tried to cry out, to warn him, but Gabriel knew and smiled sadly and did nothing as he was engulfed in flame.
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to stage a failed coup?
“Hmmm. I suppose now would be an excellent time for me to have my very first idea.”
I have decided to make a series of poor decisions in an attempt to clear my name in the eyes of those I love, most likely culminating in our untimely deaths.”