A/N: Alright, no "Black Magic" this time. I tried starting it but it kept coming out entirely too similar to llLethell's "A Servant of One" (which is an excellent piece and you should all read it- it's on my favorite's list for your relative convenience) so that one's been shelved for now. So for now enjoy this!
Chapter 26? Hmmm... "Photo Finish" maybe
Merlin was in the dungeons again, but it was perfectly alright.
The charges were absolutely ludicrous and everyone knew it- which is probably why he was in the second-best cell.
This cell had an actual bed with straw-stuffed mattress, pillows, and blankets. That's right, plural.
It was mid-summer and the stone space was pleasantly cool despite the harsh sun coming through the barred window.
The servant knew he would be here at least a day, possibly more- however long it took for the lord he'd somehow offended to return to his own lands- so he resolved to make the most of the situation.
Whipping off his dark blue neckerchief, he began stuffing the edge of the material into the crumbling mortar surrounding the window, effectively blocking most of the light.
Merlin nodded in satisfaction before curling up on the cot.
And now for a much-deserved rest.
Perhaps he should offend visiting nobles more often?