#Anglo-Saxon England fiction mixed in with the Arthurian legends

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Chapter Summary:

“Sire?” Biting back the many regrets constricting his lungs, Arthur breathed through his strip of cloth shielding his eyes against the sick sun. “What happens usually when Merlin slips away with a lie that lasts just long enough for the rest of us to stumble after him an hour or two late?” Percival hesitated, but in the end, his honesty won out. “Things are usually on fire.” “The magic sort.” “Unfortunately. But he also is heralded as the most powerful sorcerer in the world, so he will probably be fine.”