In retrospect it didn't seem like the best idea for just the two of them to go horseback riding in the woods, seeing that rumours of a especially vicious brigand band were flowing through Camelot.
They now stood back to back, desperately defending themselves against a full dozen of bandits.
It didn't look good for them when a young boy- no older than twelve- stumbled upon the scene. But instead of running away as one might expect, he calmly raised his arm, canting words unknown to them.
Suddenly, an invisible force knocked the brigands of their feet but leaving Arthur and Morgana unharmed. The boy gestured for them to come with him."Follow me. They won't be unconcious for long."
They soon arrived at a little hut deeper in the woods, into which the child led them."Grandmother, I'm home! I brought visitors, they were attacked by those rotten badmans."
An aged woman hobbled out of a backroom, took one look at the newcomers and then indicated the room she had come from."You two wait in there. I'll fetch some supplies and then I'll fix that arm for you, laddie."
"Timothy's out to fetch your horses,"said the old woman once she'd finished patching them up."I'll leave you two to rest now."
With that, she walked from the room.
Morgana threw Arthur an uncertain glance."You won't denounce them, will you?"
"After the boy saved us?"asked he incredulously."What kind of a man would I be if I did that?"
"The kind your father wants you to be,"she answered in a whisper."Magic is magic."
Arthur shook his head."But he's apparently wrong about that, isn't he? Besides, I'd rather be a good man in your eyes than in his."
With that, he leaned in and kissed her ever so gently. Morgana smiled into the kiss, deciding to enjoy the moment while it lasted.
But in her nightmares she had seen a future of darkness, magic and betrayal.
And there was usually atleast some truth in her dreams.