Disclaimer: *Muttering* That's the last time I go to Pinky and the Brain for help! *Louder* It's not mine!

Who's wisdom his unshaven youth will belie- Kingsword, Heather Dale

Arthur: [trying to hide who he is from Guinevere] I'm Wart!

Merlin: Wart I know you're up in that tree!

Arthur: I know your cross; you called me by my old school name. – Camelot: The Musical

Arthur: My name's Arthur.

Merlin: I think I'll call you Wart. – Camelot

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Arthur was in a growing foul mood as his father and Gaius made plans for him; without the crown prince's consent.

"We'll send him to Sir Ector for now." Uther said, pacing the length of Gaius' chambers. "He was planning on sending his son to Camelot for training."

"We could charge the young man with watching Arthur." The physician suggested, taking a moment from looking through his books.

Uther nodded. "Yes, yes. That could work."

"Or, I could just stay here." Arthur called annoyed, half-hoping they would listen to him.

"But what if you can't find a cure for Arthur's," Uther's eyes flickered to Arthur who gave him a look that was just short of a glare, "condition?"

"Sitting right here!" Arthur hissed, as he defiantly not pouted.

"There's nothing to show that it will affect him permanently. It should remedy itself in a few years."

"A few YEARS?!" Arthur demanded, alarmed and ashamed, not noticing Merlin coming into the room half carrying, half dropping the bags of herbs Gaius had sent for.

Uther just nodded. "That is a relief to hear."

"No, it's not!" Arthur said in a tone that was a borderline whine.

Merlin tipped his load on to the table near where Arthur was sitting.

Gaius glanced at the crown prince. "For now though he should go by a different name."

Merlin smirked. "What do you think of the name Wart?"

"What do you of being sacked?" Arthur shot back.

Uther pointed at Merlin. "Go fetch some clothes for Arthur. Then you will accompany him to Sir Ector's."

"Why won't anyone listen to me?" Arthur demanded jumping to his feet.

For a moment everyone just stared the prince. Slowly Arthur sat back down. "The fact that I'm only eye level to your belts is the reason, isn't it?"

"Um, yeah," Merlin nodded with a wry grin.

Uther gave the manservant a scathing look and Merlin scurried off to do as he was told.