The Doctor hit the stone cold floor with an impact as the guards threw him to his knees in front of the court, his hands bound in front of him, yet he gave no struggle, even as Uther Pendragon towered over him.

"What is your name?" the king glowered at him threateningly.

The Doctor rocked back and forth on the floor a bit before answering. "You can just call me the Doctor. You must be Uther Pendragon. Pleasure to meet you, really; I'm a big fan. Well, I was until you had me arrested." He shrugged apathetically.

"I am the King of Camelot and you shall address me as such. Now tell me, what is that dreadful piece of fashion that rests upon your neck?"

"Oh, this thing?" the Doctor lifted his hands and adjusted the accessory. "It's a bowtie. Bowties are cool. Is that what I got arrested for? My fashion sense a little to hip for Camelot?"

Uther rolled his eyes. "No," he said. "Is it true you came out of a blue box?"

"Yeah, I do that sometimes. Well, loads of times, actually."

"What kind of magic is the blue box."

"Magic? No magic. Just science. I could go into details, but I doubt you'd understand anything about the displacement of atoms."

"What are you babbling about?"

"Oh, never mind. The question at hand is why did you arrest me? We've established that it isn't my cool attire. You said something about magic, but I haven't practiced any magic. I only just got here today."

"Would you shut up?" Uther was only growing annoyed.

"Once you tell me why I was arrested!" The Doctor then gave up the floor to Uther.

"You were arrested on charges of sorcery."

"Sorcery! Arrested for sorcery in Camelot! Well, I've certainly never heard this version of the legend before," he added quietly to himself. He then looked to the king's side to see a blonde young man eyeing him suspiciously. "And who might this be?"

The blonde man squinted at the stranger. "I am Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot, and you will show some respect."

The Doctor smiled ear to ear with excitement and attempted to clap his hands with glee, but the ropes prevented him from doing so. "Arthur Pendragon!" He sat up straight. "Look, everyone, it's Arthur Pendragon! Wow! I love you; you're absolutely brilliant." He leaned in a bit. "Watch out and don't sleep with any of your aunts." He shook his finger at Arthur. "You may produce some unwanted children."

Arthur's eyes widened with confusion, shock, and a bit of disgust at the strange man's suggestion.

"So, sorcery's banned in Camelot. The question is why. Why would you of all people, Uther Pendragon, ban sorcery? Because as far as I know, and correct me if I'm wrong because there are those rare occasions that I am, but Camelot was once filled with magic. Oh, I'm right, aren't I?" the Doctor said in response to Uther's sudden facial change. "And I'm guessing that Arthur, here, had something to do with it."

At that, Uther's face changed from anger to fear. "You shall speak no more! You are charged with practicing magic. You will be burned tomorrow morning! Take him away!"

"Tell your son how you used magic to conceive him!" the Doctor yelled in delight. The guards paused for a moment, and the Doctor saw Arthur's horrified face.

"Oh, I am so sorry," he gave Arthur a look of deep sympathy before being dragged from the throne room.

"When you find his two accomplices, they get the same sentence." Uther waved his hand at the others.

"Sire, we found this on the Doctor," a guard spoke up, holding the sonic screwdriver out.

"Destroy it. It's probably magic."

"Yes, my Lord."

Uther walked back to where his sone was standing, bewildered.

"He's lying, Arthur. Don't listen to him." He pat him on the shoulder before walking away, leaving Arthur with the unusual Doctor's words still ringing in his ears.

"Oh, I am so sorry."