Chapter 2: The Minds of Lesser Men
Arthur struggles with the enormity of his new burdens. Merlin gets to know Lord Varys.
"Sire, please try to eat something," Guinevere urged, holding a bowl of porridge. No one was allowed in Uther's chambers except her, Gaius, Arthur, and Merlin. Two guards stood post outside the door for extra measure. Uther, however, was oblivious to all this, and continued to stare blankly out his window. His once fearsome form now withered into a hunched, decrepit shape. Sighing, Guinevere turned away, preparing to bring the food back to the kitchens. Before she could open the door, it swung open and Arthur walked in.
"Guinevere!" Arthur smiled, but it was short-lived as his gaze shifted past her towards his father. "How is he today?"
"Not much has changed, I'm afraid."
"Here, give me the porridge, I'll have another go at it." Guinevere placed the bowl in Arthur's hands, gave them a comforting squeeze, and exited. Arthur pulled up a chair and sat down next to Uther.
"Father, you must eat something. You are still the king of this realm and Camelot needs you."
No response.
Arthur tried again, "Once you are well again, there are important matters that require your attention."
No response.
Arthur leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling. "I am not ready to take on the responsibilities of ruling," he confessed, though to no one in particular. "Now some dignitary from distant lands want to discuss matters with me of which I haven't a clue. I'm going to make a fool out of myself, and of this kingdom."
Silence. Arthur sat quietly with his father, resigned but somewhat peaceful having voiced his fears.
Uther suddenly turned his blank gaze in Arthur's direction, "Fire cannot kill…a dragon."
"Come in," Lord Varys's toadyish voice drifted through the doors of his temporary chambers. Pushing the door open Merlin stepped inside.
"My lord, Prince Arthur asked me to insure that you are well-accommodated while here in Camelot. Is there anything you need?" Merlin surveyed the man before him. His plump fingers were covered in various jewels and he was swathed in a luxurious a purple fabric underneath a gold vest. Merlin almost choked on the overwhelming smell of perfume as Varys walked over to him.
"Oh my dear child, you Camelot people are too kind." His skin was fleshy and soft. "I was grievous sad to hear of King Uther's ward, and her betrayal. It seems the gods have not been kind in return." Merlin tensed, feelings of suspicion crawling on his skin.
"I'll be sure relay your condolences to King Uther, Lord Varys."
"Pray tell me, are you the loyal servant they speak of? The bards sung such delightful songs about the adventures of Arthur and Merlin, and what a rare friendship they share."
"Yes, my Lord, I am Merlin. You are very knowledgeable about our kingdom. Our court historian mentioned that the Red Mountains have all but barred communication between Westeros and Albion." Merlin attempted his best servile but cheery tone.
The eunuch giggled like a girl. "Oh yes, but my little birds bring me information from all over the world. I know things, sweet boy. Such is the service I provide for my king beyond the Red Mountains."
A maid walked in with a tray of fruits and set it on the table. "Do come sit and chat with me awhile, Merlin. I am so glad to make a friend in this city. Friends are SUCH an important part of life. It's unfortunate that King Uther did not have such loyal friends as Prince Arthur, else his throne would be safer from the desires of lesser men, while he lays sick and in failing health." How does this man know everything? Merlin sat down warily. "Oh but rest easy," Varys leaned in closer to Merlin and whispered giddily, "I am VERY good at keeping secrets for my good friends."
Merlin shifted backwards, removing his thigh from Varys's grasp, "I'm sure your discretion is legendary, but they say that some misfortunes may be a fortune in disguise. Many believe that Prince Arthur will be the greatest ruler Albion has ever seen."
"A beloved figure among his people already! Well he may be powerful ally yet." Or a powerful enemy, thought Merlin.