OK, here you all go - an epilogue! This is one last bit of this story. I hope you all enjoy.
Two weeks later, I was starting to feel like my old self. Sure, I still tired easily and my complexion wasn't its usual paleness – there was a hint of chalkiness to my cheekbones. My voice wasn't as strong or as loud. Even in my recovering state, I worked from dusk to dawn – rarely stopping. Arthur had given me looks and he'd often open his mouth to try and slow me down, but after a moment he'd close his mouth and continue with his business. Because of this look, I took to calling him 'trout face'. It was all in jest of course, but in all honesty, Arthur looked like a fish when he let his mouth hang open. Arthur even admitted it.
"So, what's the plan, trout face," I asked after stumbling through a clearing. I made a racket – as usual – and scared the boar away. For some reason, Arthur wanted to hunt for his own dinner today. That boar was supposed to be our feast.
"Merlin," Arthur groaned as he glared at me. "You idiot! Can't you be a little more light footed, or did the freezing make you have heavy feet?"
I stare at Arthur with my head cocked. "What's that supposed to mean," I ask in an amused tone.
"Well, if you lifted those feet of yours, you wouldn't make so much racket," Arthur replied with a grin and then a laugh.
I laugh along with him. Things seem easier now that he knows my secret. It's a relief not to have to hide it from him anymore. We don't talk about my magic – at least not yet – but, I'm OK with that - in all due time things will be revealed.
There is a rustle and I jump. Arthur glares at me and I give him an apologetic smile. The boar we had been tracking has come back around. Guess he thinks it safe to return to this spot. There were some good looking mushrooms and not so good looking grubs for him to munch on.
"Do it," Arthur whispers to me.
"Do what?" I ask, confused.
"Use it," Arthur says as he jerks his head towards the boar.
I shake my head. "No, I don't think I will," I say.
"It's an order. Use it," the Prince tells me.
I fake sigh. Holding up my hand towards a sword, I whisper a quick spell. It floats and I direct it at the boar. Soon, the sword's plunged into the beast, which falls down dead.
Arthur goes over to the boar. He pulls out the sword, cleans it up, and then strings the boar onto a heavy pole. I lift one end and he lifts the other as we make our way back to Camelot with tonight's feast.