All right. The last of the poohunne prompts. I hope you've enjoyed reading them as mch as I have writing them. Thanks.

"All right," Arthur said, sheathing his sword. "Kill him."

Everyone's eyes widened, slack-jawed.

"Your Majesty…"

He held his hand up to stop Leon's protest. "Merlin." He jerked his head towards the bound former assailant.

The warlock's jaw dropped. "What?"

"You heard me," Arthur continued calmly, adjusting his gloves. "Kill him."

"Arthur, I… I won't. I can't…"

"Don't know a spell?"

"I know the spell, clotpole, and if he posed a threat, it might be different, but he can't hurt anyone now. Arthur, please…"

Arthur squeezed Merlin's shoulder.

"Just making sure… Leon, you get him back to the dungeon, will you?"