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Mordred had enlisted Merlin's help in making the prince's bed, not that he was very good at it. Both boys were on either side of the bed but Merlin could barely see over it. When the prince walked into his chambers he laughed at the sight of Merlin pulling on the sheet as per Mordred's instruction.
"I'm taking Sophia out for a ride today," Arthur said before Merlin noticed him and got to talking. "You know, show her around."
Mordred looked at him and blinked. "Okay"
"Who's Sophia?" Merlin wondered, abandoning Mordred to make the bed alone. It was almost done anyway.
"She's that one I told you about, Merlin," Mordred said while reaching across to tug the blanket into place. "The damsel in distress."
"Oh! I told Gaius you went on a aventure. He didn't believe me. Mordred says she's pretty but, but he says Morgana's prettier. He says you were a hero, Arthur." Merlin grabbed Arthur's hand and tugged. "Can you take me with you next time? I'll be good."
"Let him go on his ride, Merlin," Mordred said, not looking in their direction. Arthur smirked, figuring he was embarrassed about Merlin spilling all his secrets.
"About that," Arthur mentioned, "I need you to cover for me."
Mordred's bow pinched together. "Cover for you?" He finished making the bed and stepped aside. Arthur did not bother commenting that the blanket was crooked.
"I like riding," Merlin said.
The prince and Mordred ignored him. "Yeah, I'm supposed to be on patrol of the guard with my father this morning… but I need him off my back."
"Wait," Mordred said slowly, finally figuring out what Arthur was trying to say. His mouth dropped open comically and he raised his voice. "You want me to lie to him?" Arthur grinned while Merlin made a comment that lying was bad. "I can't! He's the king!"
"I need you to do this for me," Arthur insisted.
Mordred shook his head fearfully. "He'd kill me if he found out."
Arthur laughed. "He's not that bad. Look, I promised Sophia I'd take her out and if I don't turn up it'll blow my chances."
Mordred actually looked scared as he pouted at Arthur. "Why do I have to lie to him?"
"Listen," Arthur said feeling a bit of frustration but keeping his tone even. "Just tell him you don't know where I am. It's technically true. You'd be a friend for life if you did."
Mordred's pout deepened and he crossed his arms, weighing Arthur with his unnerving eyes. "Fine. But if I die it's all your fault."
Arthur laughed aloud- it sounded as if the boy was only half joking. "Thanks, Mordred. I won't forget it."
As the prince left the room he pretended he did not hear Mordred's mumbled, "You'd better not."
He walked down the corridor smiling, very much looking forward to a ride with Sophia. There might have even been a spring in his step. He'd take her to the river since it was nice this time of year. The water rushed along and there were often birds singing nearby. It was a spot he and Morgana found years ago when they had sneaked away from the castle. It had been Morgana's plan of course.
"I like riding, Arthur," Merlin's voice informed him.
Arthur twitched in surprise and looked around at Merlin. The small boy was following him, keeping his distance as though he wasn't sure if Arthur wanted him around. Even though it was a warm day, he had kept his blue neckerchief on. The prince had yet to see him without it. He contained a wince. He doesn't want to come does he? Arthur wondered to himself.
"Can I come too?"
Arthur hesitated for he had really being looking forward to some alone time with Sophia. And while the prince was loathe to deny the boy, Merlin wouldn't let Arthur or Sophia get a word in edgewise.
"I don't know, Merlin. You know how you don't like strangers," Arthur said, feeling a great stab of guilt when Merlin's face fell.
"Strangers are bad…. Arthur, is she a bad stranger?" Merlin sped up to keep pace with Arthur, staring at him seriously.
The prince thought of Sophia's pretty face and her dark honey hair, along with her lovely smile. "No, she's wonderful."
"She doesn't want to kill you?"
"What?" Arthur asked in great surprise. "No! Where did you get that idea, Merlin?"
Merlin averted his eyes. "Strangers are bad," he repeated.
Arthur cursed himself for a fool and decided that he wouldn't mind that much if Merlin tagged along. "Merlin," he called and grabbed the boy's shoulder before kneeling in front of him. "Not every stranger is bad. You still have to be careful but not everyone is a bad person." Merlin looked like he was considering what Arthur said but did not look entirely convinced judging by the small pout on his lips. "Come with us, and you'll see that Sophia is a lovely girl."
A moment passed but then Merlin cracked a contagious smile. "I can come?"
"Well of course," Arthur said as if he wasn't going to say no before. He got up and led the way down the hall and Merlin scurried after him.
"Are you sure she don't want to kill you, Arthur?" Merlin asked.
"She's not going to kill me, Merlin," Arthur laughed. "You have to be nice to her. Alright?"
"Okay. Are you going to marry her?" The prince could not contain a splutter but was luckily saved from answering by Merlin continuing with his strange enquiry. "I don't want you be married, Arthur. You'll have to go away and I'd never see you again. And then how will we go on aventures?"
Arthur shook his head in amusement while Merlin nattered on and by the time they reached the courtyard the boy changed topic six times. "Ah, there she is," Arthur interrupted Merlin's explanation of why cats didn't get along with dogs. Becoming silent, Merlin looked to where Arthur was pointing and fell in behind him.
Sophia was waiting by a white gelding, standing a bit away from Arthur's own stallion, Hengroen. She looked lovely with the sun shining on her and he unconsciously gave a little smile.
"You look very pretty today," Arthur complimented when he approached. She looked the same yesterday, but girls liked hearing that sort of thing.
"Thank you, my lord," she smiled but then looked downward beside Arthur's hips.
"This is Merlin," he said, gesturing to the boy half hidden behind him. "I hope you don't mind him tagging along?"
Sophia's lip curled but she smiled at Arthur who passed it off as a trick of the light. "Hello, Merlin," she greeted softly, "my name is Sophia."
Merlin stared at her solemnly before retreating fully behind Arthur. "He's just shy," the prince said nervously, "just wait till he warms up to you. You won't shut up will you, Merlin?" Arthur forced a grin at Merlin who sidled toward Hengroen. The horse bent down to sniff Merlin's dark hair while the boy twiddled his fingers. "Let's get going shall we? I know a wonderful spot."
"Yes, alright," Sophia said and started to get up on the horse. Arthur gave her a hand before lifting Merlin onto Hengroen and climbing up behind him. The prince smiled at Sophia but she spurred her horse onward. Arthur gave Hengroen a light kick, hoping that Sophia wasn't angry. He looked back at the castle like he sometimes did and spotted that Morgana's window was open. The lady was looking down at them, with no hint of a smile Arthur could see. He sent her a wave before following the white gelding. As they trotted out of the courtyard and down the cobbled street Merlin grasped the pommel of the saddle while Arthur loosely held the reigns. He was keeping an eye on Sophia and did not see Merlin make a face at her.
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Near the end of a well-trodden trail and in the middle of a grassy hill, Arthur had them dismount. Hengroen and the white gelding were walking beside each other and for once Arthur's steed was not snapping at another horse.
"This is very nice, Arthur," Sophia noted while Arthur dismounted.
He grinned and reached to grab Merlin, lifting him out of the saddle. The prince studied Merlin as he gently put him down and gained a troubled furrow between his eyes. Arthur would have expected Merlin to have asked a million questions by now but he remained quiet and subdued. Sophia filled the conversation with Arthur nicely but somehow the prince was not completely satisfied. It would not do to keep Sophia waiting however, so he left Merlin for a moment to help her down.
"I thought you might like it," he told her. Sophia beamed at him which caused Arthur to smile and become flustered. To cover his flush he went to tie the horses' reigns to the low hanging branches. "The river's not far. It's just down here," Arthur said. Hengroen nickered as the prince drew Merlin away and began to lead him down the trail.
"Arthur, wait," Sophia called.
The prince turned to see her hurry towards him. "What is it?"
She giggled and took Arthur's hand, maintaining her speed and leading him away from Merlin. While Arthur had wanted to spend time with her alone, he did not want Merlin to hurt himself. The boy was prone to tripping over his own feet, especially on uneven ground. But Sophia leaned in, discarding her staff. The perfume she had put on was making Arthur lightheaded in a pleasant way. She took his hands while Merlin glared at her, and looked into his eyes. Arthur smiled as she began to speak. Around them the music of the forest carried on, the sound of the nearby river and the birdsong adding to their moment.
"Túce hwón frec'úre, Artur," Sophia whispered throatily. Her pink lips opened to speak more but a voice shouting out surprised them both.
"You there! Halt!" A man's voice yelled aggressively.
Sophia gasped and backed away and Arthur heard the familiar twang of a crossbow being fired. The bolt was sailing right for them and on reflex Arthur tackled Sophia out of the way. He heard the arrow bury itself into the tree beside them and he looked up at once to check on Merlin. The boy had been behind them, out of danger but Arthur needed to be sure. He rose to his feet and reassured himself that Merlin was just shocked and not hurt before running to the guards.
"Sorry!" The guard called, raising his hand up apologetically.
"Sorry?" Arthur shouted, jogging through the trees to get to the patrol. "You nearly shot a crossbow in my face! What do you mean you're sorry?!"
The guard stuttered out another apology. "W-we were looking for the bandits, Sire. We-"
"Do we look like bandits to you?" Arthur asked in a raised voice, still furious. "You could have killed us!"
"My deepest apologies, my lord," the guard offered, sounding scared.
Arthur glared heavily at him. "I'll deal with all of you later," he spat at the patrol and turned back to Sophia and Merlin. The lady was looking at the bolt stuck in the tree while Merlin was walking cautiously toward her. Arthur slowed to a quick walk and the sound of his footfalls alerted Sophia into turning around but then her attention was drawn by Merlin who grabbed her fallen staff. The prince smiled, figuring that Merlin was trying to be a gentlemen.
"Don't touch that!" Sophia hissed and snatched her staff away from Merlin who recoiled and stumbled back with fear in his eyes.
"He didn't mean any harm," Arthur called reproachfully. He walked up to them and Merlin was quick to hide behind his legs. The prince put a reassuring hand on Merlin's head before turning to Sophia.
"I-I'm sorry. I was upset," she said.
Arthur nodded, accepting her answer. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Thanks to you," Sophia smiled.
The prince glanced irritably at the guards. "They were searching for the bandits that attacked you yesterday. Come, we should go back." Arthur bent to pick up Merlin and the boy latched on to him tightly.
"Now, don't let this spoil our day together," Sophia insisted, "we were having such a nice time. Let's go down to the river."
Arthur shook his head. "I'm taking you back to Camelot," he stated to Sophia's consternation. "Your father would never forgive me if I let anything happen to you." The prince did not wait to hear her reply and began to lead the way to the horses. He knew that getting shot at was scary but she seemed pleasant enough after being attacked by bandits yesterday, so Arthur was a little miffed that she was unpleasant to Merlin. She hadn't even apologized to him. He patted Merlin's back. "It's alright, she was just scared, you see," he said to the boy. Merlin remained quiet, which jarred Arthur more than a little. He had wanted to convince Merlin that not all strangers were bad. It was just his luck that things turned out the way they did.
"Hey," Arthur whispered. "Why don't we go on a ride later. Just the two of us. Would you like that?"
Merlin looked up at him, biting his lip before answering. "Just us?" he asked. Arthur sighed in relief at hearing his voice. "Can Mordred come too?"
"Yeah," Arthur smiled, "what do you say we beat him in a race again?"
Merlin giggled and nodded emphatically. Behind them, Sophia levelled a glare on Arthur's back.
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Her footfalls echoed like claps of thunder through the corridor, exemplifying her frustration with each step. Sophia's face was contorted in anger as she made her way to her father's chambers. The day had been a complete disaster- not only had she had to suffer Arthur's company but that midget boy as well. Arthur had said that that Merlin child was his servant's brother. Sophia tried to exhale her fury but her nerves were frayed from having been shot at. She could have been dealt a mortal death today and she did not even have anything to show for it. Well perhaps one thing…
Just as she calmed to try and remember correctly, Sophia noticed a shadow stretching around the corner. She stopped just as a woman came walking around the corner, nearly bumping into her. Sophia recognized her as the Lady Morgana. She was a pale woman with alarmingly beautiful features, and light eyes that narrowed when they saw her.
"Sorry," Sophia said apologetically, smiling to keep up her façade. "Lady Morgana, isn't it? I'm Sophia."
Morgana drew herself up taller, her face a stern mask. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"My father and I are guests of the King," Sophia answered, pretending naivety.
"You're lying," Morgana hissed, "I know what you're going to do to him, and I won't let it happen."
Sophia paused and lost her pleasant expression with relief. She nearly forgot that the Lady Morgana had sidhe blood running in her veins. A mere drop perhaps, long diluted by time but it was enough to give her powers of prophecy. Sophia smiled wickedly, knowing that the poor wretch feared her gift. And rightly so.
"Does Arthur know you feel this way about him?" Sophia taunted, "Of course he does. I suspect he's already turned you down."
The lady in front of her was not impressed. "Don't think you can make a fool out of me," she whispered.
Sophia nearly laughed. The little seer had backbone apparently. "I won't have to. You're managing to do that well enough already," she sneered.
"Stay away from him," Morgana warned.
"Or what?" Sophia asked, her lip curling upward. "Jealousy is such an unattractive trait in a woman."
Morgana leaned in and spoke with warning dripping from her tone. "If anything happens to Arthur, I'll find you. However long it takes." She glared at Sophia with cold eyes and pushed past her, knocking her shoulder.
Sophia scoffed and narrowed her eyes before carrying on her way. She flicked her shoulder where the mortal had touched her and brushed away the dirt. Putting the king's ward out of her mind, Sophia turned her thoughts to more important matters. And it was with relief that she arrived at Aulfric's guest chambers. She gave a short warning knock on the door before entering and shut it behind her.
Aulfric had a look of mild surprise on his face. "You've not been gone as long as I expected," he said in greeting.
"We were interrupted," Sophia answered with a grimace.
"What happened?" her father wondered.
She hesitated and wrapped her arms around herself. "I was nearly killed," she said angrily, "for a moment, I felt what it would be like to die a mortal death. He saved me. Someone so weak, so feeble, saved me! I can't bear to be like this a moment longer."
Aulfric gripped her shoulder to comfort her. "You won't have to. Once his heart is yours, the gates of Avalon will open once again for us and we can regain our true form."
Sophia nodded and regained her composure. "I need a little more time," she said quietly.
"You must hurry," Aulfric advised, "the physician can see us for what we truly are."
A frown passed over Sophia's face. "And he is not alone. The Lady Morgana. She fears her powers, but that will not keep her quiet for long."
"Tomorrow, you have to finish the enchantment otherwise our chance to rid us of these mortal shells will be lost forever," Aulfric said gravely.
"Yes," Sophia and then became quiet for a moment. "There is something else… Arthur brought along this wretched child. When I dropped my staff he picked it up... Father, it glowed."
Aulfric's white brows came together and he glanced at the sidhe staff Sophia had set on the bed. "Impossible. It must have been a trick of the light."
"No," Sophia said, "it wasn't. I felt a well of power inside that boy. But only for a moment."
"Magic?"
"The old magic," she corrected.
"Then could we have a warlock among us?" Aulfric wondered.
A smile lifted Sophia's lips. "Maybe even two. Do you remember Arthur's serving boy. The two are brothers." Her father went quiet and stared unseeingly in thought. "Father, what is it?"
"I must speak with the elders," he murmured and went to grab Sophia's staff.
"Already?" she asked in alarm.
"Stay here," Aulfric ordered, "I will explain when I get back."
He left no time for Sophia to reply and hurried out the room without another word. She stared at the closed door for a moment before going to sit at the table. The wooden bench creaked under her light weight but she did not hear. She had thought warlocks were a thing of the past and so had her father if she judged his reaction right. Her lips pursed in thought. It wasn't like the boy could ruin their plans anyway, so it likely wouldn't even matter. Sophia soon grew bored of sitting at the table so she got up and walked to the window. The courtyard was vacant as most of the peasants were hard at work in the fields but there were a few elderly strolling through admiring the castle.
A sneer grew on Sophia's face. Humans were such frail creatures, doomed to decay after only a few decades. It was not a fate she wanted but soon she would not have to worry. She watched the rodents for a long time, until she grew bored once more and retreated into the chambers to wait for her father. Luckily it was only a while longer until he came back. The excited look on his face when he entered made Sophia very curious.
"What is it?" She asked, "What did they say?"
Aulfric smiled and stroked his mustache. "It appears as though Emrys is in our midst."
Sophia began to laugh at once. "Emrys? Please, father, that is but a children's story."
Her father shook his head and raised Sophia's staff. "No, I gave them this. They sensed his power. That child is Emrys, Sophia."
A puzzled look settled on Sophia's features and she extended her hand for her sidhe staff. "Emrys… Even still, our plan does not change."
"This changes everything," Aulfric breathed and grabbed Sohpia's shoulders. "Now we can both go home."
"I thought we were already."
"No," Aulfric confessed, "as great a prince Arthur is, one soul buys passage for only you." Sophia gasped but was silenced when Aulfric shook his head. "But the soul of Emrys will give us another chance. We can be together still."
"When were you going to tell me?" Sophia asked quietly. "I never wanted to leave you, father."
"You are my daughter. And it was my mistake you were suffering for," Aulfric offered. "Your passage to Avalon was all I cared for."
Sophia grasped Aulfric's hands. "But now we can go together?"
"Yes," Aulfric smiled. "We must offer both their souls for ours."
Sophia laughed and hugged her father happily. "Tomorrow. Can it be tomorrow?"
Aulfric smiled. "We must plan."
"I already have an idea," Sophia revealed, a large smile on her lips.
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One beneficial thing had come of this Sophia nightmare, and that was Morgana and Uther allying for a common good. Morgana disliked being at odds with the king but sometimes she couldn't help herself- he was so infuriating. But now it was Arthur in Uther's bad graces and Morgana was not defending him like she usually would.
Arthur had his head down to hide his mutinous expression but was picking at the remains of his food irritably. A tense silence descended upon them while Uther waited for his son to apologize. The king was in the right this time, Arthur shouldn't have skipped his patrol for a walk with the vile girl. But the prince was keeping silent, to prove something manly Morgana supposed.
The longer Arthur kept his silence the redder Uther's face became, though it could have been the wine. Morgana watched them and anticipated the moment the king ran out of patience. Uther took a draught of his drink and leaned closer to Arthur who was seated across from him. "You will be at the knighting ceremony tomorrow, Arthur. Do not disappoint me again."
Arthur looked up and met his father's gaze just as the king was rising out of his seat. Uther gave a final glare before sweeping out of the dining hall and leaving Arthur and Morgana alone. The prince muttered something unintelligible and pushed away his plate, taking a hint from his father and taking a swallow of wine.
"He's right you know," Morgana said.
Arthur looked to her and scoffed, a wordless exclamation of disbelief. "I don't want to hear it, Morgana." Morgana adopted a cool expression and shrugged, thinking of the best way to approach Arthur about Sophia. "If Mordred had covered for me like I told him to this wouldn't have happened."
This, Morgana could not let lie. "He did the right thing. What would you have had him do?
"Not hide away. He threw me under the horse!"
"So he made himself scarce. He thought that if Uther couldn't find him, he wouldn't have had to give you up," Morgana defended. "Mordred is afraid of him, Arthur."
"Oh, because that worked out so well. And why should he be afraid?"
"Everyone is scared of Uther, haven't you noticed?"
Arthur frowned at her. "I suppose he was hiding in your room all day?"
"Yes," Morgana said with a smile. "I beat him at chess."
The prince smirked despite himself and got up out of his chair. "No change there then."
Morgana mimicked him and followed him out of the dining hall. The servants converged on the table behind them. "I'd better not see him in the stocks."
Arthur ignored her and rolled his eyes. "Yes, your majesty."
"Arthur, I'm serious. This isn't his fault," Morgana snapped, picking up her pace to walk beside the prince. "What would you say, he didn't lie to the king?"
"I wouldn't have to say anything," Arthur said irritably.
Morgana narrowed her pale eyes. "Oh no? Who do you think Uther will listen to, you or me?"
The prince groaned out loud. "Fine! Why do you always defend him anyway?"
"Someone has to," she sniped to which Arthur rolled his eyes. "You never should have asked Mordred to lie for you. He's just a boy."
"Honestly, Morgana," he sighed. "You've made your point. Goodnight." Arthur moved more quickly to get away from, muttering profanities under his breath.
Morgana stopped walking for a second before chasing after him. "Arthur, wait!" She had to talk to him about Sophia. Even if that meant telling him of her dream.
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Quiet footsteps descended the wooden steps from the back room and Gaius turned when the door shut. Mordred smiled proudly as he made his way to the table where the prince's armour was laid out. "He's asleep," the boy reported, earning a distracted chuckle from Gaius. The physician was seated beside his bed on a wooden armchair. Mordred noticed that both his and Merlin's cloaks were draped on the back along with a blanket.
"How many stories did you have to tell this time?" Gaius wondered, taking his eyes away from the book in his hands. There was a pile on the end table beside the physician, and several had already been looked through. Mordred was starting to suspect that something was bothering him.
"None. Merlin just wanted to talk," Mordred said.
"Neither of you used magic, did you?" Gaius asked cautiously as Mordred sat at the table.
Mordred grabbed Arthur's armour and pulled it closer before answering. "No. Well Merlin accidentally levitated the bed but not for long."
"Nothing else?"
"No," Mordred said and began to polish Arthur's armour. "What are you reading?"
"Ah," Gaius sighed and looked down at his book. "It's just research."
"You've been researching since I got back," Mordred noted, a bit of accusation slipping into his tone. He stared at Gaius, wondering if the physician was hiding something.
"That is the nature of research, I am afraid," Gaius muttered, his attention recaptured by the words scrawled on the pages.
Mordred pouted but did not press for more information, knowing that Gaius would not give any. So he focused on the task of polishing Arthur's armour. The prince had to attend a knighting ceremony tomorrow and Mordred needed to make sure he could see a crisp reflection in the steel. While Mordred wasn't exactly happy that Arthur had wanted him to lie to the king, he still felt bad that Uther was angry with the prince. And his walk with Sophia hadn't even gone well according to Merlin. Mordred rested the oiled rag he was holding on the shoulder guard in his hands and frowned. Merlin had told him of Sophia, and how she was scary. And Morgana had reacted so strongly when she had seen her too. Then after what Merlin had just told him about Morgana's dream…
Something did not feel right about it. He glanced at Gaius to find the old man still squinting his way through the book. The candle sitting on the work table nearby had gone out without the physician's notice and the other ones lit around the chambers did not cast enough to reach Gaius. Mordred got up and walked over to it and Gaius made no indication that he noticed the boy's presence. When he lit the wick with wordless magic and the physician did not scold him, Mordred frowned.
"Gaius," he called and Gaius jumped.
The physician blinked at him for a moment before looking at the relit candle. "Oh, thank you, Mordred."
"You're welcome," Mordred said, returning to the table and eyeing Gaius suspiciously.
"Did you need something?" Gaius asked him.
Mordred drew in a breath chewed on his lip. Gaius rested his book on his lap. "Do you… do you think Sofia and her father are what they seem?"
If Mordred had not been suspicious already he would not have noticed the way Gaius' eyes hardened like he was trying to block Mordred from seeing something. "Why do you ask?"
"Merlin told me about Morgana's nightmare," Mordred said and ignored Gaius' sigh. "And then she was mean to Merlin when she's so nice to Arthur. And they were close to Camelot when they were attacked. Why didn't patrols notice the bandits before? And what are you researching?"
"Nothing gets by you, does it?" Gaius asked in response, a little smile growing on his face. Mordred did not say anything and waited when Gaius stood up. "What do you know about seers?
Mordred felt his brow crease together. "Seers? Just that they can see the future."
The physician nodded and began to pace. "It's said to be an innate ability. Those who have it are born that way," Gaius explained, "Some aren't even aware that what they see is the future. It comes to them in their dreams."
Mordred's mouth dropped open just as Gaius went to sit across from him at the table. "Are you saying…"
Gaius resumed talking and looked grave as he spoke. "The night before Sophia and Aulfric came to Camelot, Morgana had a dream. Sophia was in it."
Mordred stared at Gaius, hardly daring to believe what he was hearing. His eyes grew wide and he breathed through his open mouth. "Gaius-"
The physician interrupted him. "I've been watching Morgana since she was very young. And though I tried to persuade myself otherwise, I realised that some of the things she said she'd dreamt came to pass. I kept it secret from Uther, of course. The gift of prophecy is too close to the work of magic."
"She has magic," Mordred breathed. "Are you sure? Gaius, are you sure?"
"I fear I am. Morgana said she dreamt that Sophia killed Arthur. I hoped it was just a dream but Aulfric caught me in Sophia's room and, in a flash of anger, his eyes changed colour."
Mordred blinked rapidly at hearing the information. "They're sorcerers then?"
"I do not know what they are," Gaius said and gestured to the pile of books on his end table. "But that isn't what worries me. It's what they want with Arthur."
Mordred stood up at once. "We need to tell him."
"Sit down," Gaius said impatiently. Mordred frowned at him and looked to the door, but it wasn't long before he sat back down, averting his eyes from Gaius. "You need to keep an eye on her. But stay cautious... And Mordred, you must not say anything to Morgana about her powers. Or yours." Mordred's eyes snapped to Gaius and his frown deepened. "Promise me." Mordred's voice caught in his throat and could only look at Gaius silently.
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