I don't own Merlin.
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Sometimes, I think, the things we see
Are shadows of the things to be:
That what we plan we build;
That every hope that hath been crossed,
And every dream we thought was lost,
In Heaven shall be fulfilled.
Robert Browning
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Winter fell, slow and deep and steady, drowning Camelot in ice and sheets of white. Swirls of ice crystals swished up, stinging the faces of walking people bundled in their cloaks, shivering.
No tournaments were held now. Now was the time that knights practiced indoor games of the court- courting, mostly.
Well, all save a few.
Gwaine was recoving.
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Much thanks to all my reviewers, and happy holidays in advance.