Intelligence
AN: This bunny came out of nowhere…finished in 15 minutes…I don't own anything.
After minutes of diligent observation, Uther feared they were right – Arthur's intelligence was – to put it bluntly – non-existent.
The ever-resourceful nobles of Camelot put together a test – to identify a sorcerer – of course it was a perfectly reasonable plan –that's the only job of a future king of Camelot.
So it came down to the moment when five people stood in a row in front of a nonplussed Arthur, whose jacket was inside out because his servant was missing in the morning.
'Son, there is one sorcerer in the row. Find him for me.'
'Piece of cakey!' Arthur yanked his thumb from his mouth in a pop.
The first man, Arthur recognized, was the local farmer, whose vegetables never wilted in winter, drought or flood. A great farmer he was.
The second one was a baby in diapers. Arthur had no idea where he came from. But as he watched, the baby began to crawl away – suspicious!
The third one was an old geezer in rags and a pointy hat – nice fashion. He scratched his armpits with his claws like fingers.
The forth one was a woman in a plain hood. Her arms had some circular markings on it. An emo, huh?
The last man was a tall lanky young man around his age. He had blue eyes and big ears – he looked like his servant Merlin!
The prince walked closer. The fifth man sent him a very angry dead glare. Meanwhile the rumbles in the chamber began to tremble. The sentence rhymed, Arthur noted happily.
Oh! It was indeed Merlin!
'Father I have the answer.'
Everyone in the chamber leaned forward, Uther fell from his chair.
'It is –' Arthur drooled – 'the baby!'
And Uther cried tears of pure joy. His son was a genius.