When people discovered the one secret he was supposed to take to the grave, they always asked the same question: "You have magic?"
And it made him want to scream "No I AM magic!"
It was not something he did, or had; it was what he was – someway he behaved.
It flowed through his veins, pumped his heart, was present during his every move.
It was not something he owned – it was something that owned him.
But when Arthur smiled at him, or laughed with him, or gave him that smile, like they were in on some terribly important secret – which they kinda were – a different answer sprang to mind: "Yeah, I do; and he's the king of Albion."
Merry Christmas Merthur fans!