Ack! Sorry for being late with this. I'm moving and my new place doesn't have internet yet. I'll try to be better with the next update (hopefully my internet works then)
The tournament went on without a single break. When a fight ended, another one began immediately, so even if Arthur's first match didn't follow directly after his duel with Sir Dick, he could still feel that his first opponent in the tournament was better rested than him - or at least, less exhausted. After he had killed Sir Dick, his father hadn't said a word, merely looked at him with that same disapproving look in his eyes that he had had ever since he had learned of Arthur's knights of the round table.
Arthur had hoped that this tournament would be a turning point for his father and his opinions of his knights. He had seen Gwaine fight once about a year ago, but the others he knew nothing about. Or, well, he knew about Lancelot, but that entire incident was rooted in lies and misconceptions, and since he had never seen Lancelot fight, Arthur could at least understand his reluctant attitude towards him. For the others though, his father had no excuse and Arthur hoped that his four new knights would prove to both the king and the rest of Camelot that they not only deserved to be here, proudly wearing the Pendragon crest on their armor, but that they were even better than the noblemen who looked down upon them.
So far, it was going well. Lancelot probably beat a record in how fast he won his first match, and Elyan used his quick movements and flexible nature to put on somewhat of a show as he advanced to the next round. Arthur counted himself lucky that he wouldn't have to fight any of them until the semi-finals, where he expected to meet either Leon or Elyan - depending on who won that match - and it gave him time to recover a little. Merlin was quite attentive today, making sure that under the heat of the sun, Arthur was always fully hydrated and never wore his armor for too long. Gwen was close by too, tending to Gwaine, Lancelot and Elyan when they needed water or help with their armor. Merlin would usually help her, but with his hurt wrist, taking care of Arthur was all he could manage.
By the semi-finals, it was only knights of the round table left. Percival had lost to Gwaine, when they had been fighting for a place in the semi-finals, and Leon had taken down Elyan, and thus become Arthur's opponent. But before they could determine who would fight in the final match, it was Lancelot and Gwaine, and oh did Arthur look forward to seeing this. The two of them often sparred against each other, keeping score of their victories. They were more or less evenly matched when it came to sword fighting, but Lancelot had an advantage when it came to spears and staffs, while Gwaine preferred heavier artillery such as a maze or a hammer. But this was a sword fight, and it was one that had something at stake, so Arthur was curious as to who would win. Having seen the two of them fight in the tournament, it seemed that the rest of Camelot was quite interested as well.
"Who do you think will win?" Arthur asked Merlin who was a little closer to both knights than Arthur himself. Merlin considered the dilemma before answering.
"Depends, but I think if Lance could hold off Gwaine for a bit he could wear him down. Gwaine should be pretty tired after fighting Percival. But Gwaine always has something to give. I wouldn't be surprised if he disarmed Lance within ten seconds."
Arthur looked at Merlin, almost proudly. It was a very good assessment, and he agreed that the longer the match went on, the better Lancelot's odds were.
It was no surprise that Gwaine charged first, and Arthur was almost surprised to see Lancelot being so on the defense. Maybe Gwaine wasn't as tired as he would have thought? It was also quite clear from their match that they were used to spar against each other. Gwaine moved quicker against Lancelot than he had the entire tournament, and Lancelot took better use of his shield.
As Gwaine went in for his fifth blow, Lancelot blocked the attack with his sword rather than his shield, pivoted on his right foot and pushed Gwaine with his shield, trying to tackle the knight to the ground. Although Gwaine had to step back to regain his balance, he remained upright and freed his sword from Lancelot's hold and attacked once again, this time aiming for Lancelot's knees. The attack was successful and Lancelot was forced to drop to his knees, but blocked Gwaine's attempt at taking him out completely, and managed to disarm Gwaine of his sword.
Lancelot quickly got back up, and charged at Gwaine who now only had his shield. Gwaine blocked his entire upper body with the shield, and ran against Lancelot, their forces colliding and both of them taking a tumble. Lancelot's momentary confusion gave Gwaine enough time to throw his shield at the other knight and get to his sword. As he was a man of honor, and probably also a man who was getting exhausted from Gwaine's relentless attacks, Lancelot threw his own shield to the ground, making the fight fair as Gwaine charged again. Their rally went on for half a minute before, finally, Lancelot disarmed Gwaine as the knight had gotten careless in his attack, and tackled him to the ground, claiming victory.
Gwaine lay defeated on the ground for a second before Lancelot offered a hand and helped him to his feet. Both knights bowed to the cheering audience and Lancelot advanced to the finals, where he would meet the winner of the next match.
As Arthur entered the arena, he gave Gwaine - who was leaving it with Lancelot - a firm slap on the shoulder to show his sympathies. He had often found himself on his back with Lancelot's sword at his throat, but it was reassuring to know that there was no man more loyal or honorable than Lancelot, and Gwaine probably didn't take the defeat hard. Rather, it would fuel his will to win the next tournament they would compete in.
Arthur had fought against Leon many times in tournaments like these, although usually they would end up fighting in the finale together. Today, it would be just one of them who would make it there. After a full day of fighting top tier knights, both of them would be exhausted. Arthur had fought one more match than Leon due to his challenge, but Leon was possibly still recovering from his fight against Elyan, so they were both equally exhausted. Yet, none of their moves were sloppy as they charged forward. They were experiences knights of Camelot and they were used to fighting under less than ideal circumstances.
Just like with the previous match, Arthur and Leon knew each other well, knew their opponents habits, strengths and weaknesses. Fighting against Leon like this was like an instinct that Arthur had slowly developed, and he almost was unaware of what he was doing until he tackled Leon to the ground, winning the match.
It felt right that he would be up against Lancelot in the finals. Lancelot was one of the finest knights in Camelot, probably the finest. While his swordsman skills could be matched by a few, Lancelot upheld himself to a standard of honor that even Arthur couldn't claim to do. Arthur wouldn't throw the match just to prove a point to his father, but if Lancelot ended up winning, Arthur would be proud and have proof that he hadn't made a mistake by taking in Lancelot and the others.
Arthur charged first, but was easily blocked by Lancelot and forced backwards with one smooth thrust. Lancelot then went in for a blow, showing an aggression he rarely let out, which caught Arthur slightly off guard. This was going to be fun. They went back and forth for a while until Arthur forced Lancelot up against the barrier of the arena, forcing Lancelot to thrust his shield against Arthur and then abandon it completely. Arthur threw his shield aside as well, and swung at Lancelot, who moved his sword from his right to left hand, not only blocking Arthur but leaving him wide open for Lancelot to kick him from the side, and force him to the ground. Arthur registered as Lancelot kicked his sword out of his hand and knelt over him, sword hovering above him and ending the match.
Arthur let out a laugh as he let Lancelot help him to his feet and slapped the knight on his back, urging him to enjoy his victory. Arthur looked to the stands and wanted to be surprised when his father looked away. He hated that he wasn't.
He left the arena before Lancelot, letting the people of Camelot soak up their new champion and met Merlin who was ready with a goblet of water. Arthur readily drank it as he let Merlin fumble with his armor, attempting to take it off.
"Do you need help with that?" Arthur asked, not as teasing as he normally would have, and Merlin merely shook his head, clearly determined to carry through with the task no matter how much his wrist hurt. Arthur toyed with the idea of ordering Merlin to take the rest of the day off, but his disobedient servant was always adamant about working when Arthur didn't really want him to, while he was sloppy in the times where Arthur wanted him to be efficient. Rather than just end up not being listened to, Arthur let Merlin do what he wanted, only poking fun of him a couple of times as Merlin kept dropping things he tried to hold with his left hand.
Arthur did, however, help Merlin carry the armor much to the confusion of the surrounding knights, who were unaware of Merlin's injury. Arthur tried not to think about how they probably still would have disapproved of Arthur helping even if they knew. Or at least, some of them would. Quite a few of the knights were fond of Merlin - probably due to the food he cooked them when they went hunting or on patrols - but the number was still far less than Arthur liked. But there were perks of being crown prince; no one could tell him what to do (except for the king himself, but he was still occupied with crowning Lancelot the champion of the tournament).
Arthur was quick to tell Merlin that he needed his armor polished, believing that it was the one activity that would cause the least strain on Merlin's wrist, and made it sound urgent so that it would be taking up the rest of Merlin's day. Besides, Arthur was exhausted and after he'd had a light meal he would definitely hit the hay. A fight to the death followed by an exhausting tournament which all ended with him fighting Lancelot - that would exhaust anyone and Arthur knew that he would feel sore when he woke tomorrow. Arthur briefly wondered how angry his father would be with him as he had no desire to join him or the other lords for dinner, but decided that claiming to have been tired would be good enough. His father was unlikely to be well enough after so many busy days to actually be fully angry at him, and while it saddened Arthur that the effects of Morgana's betrayal still hadn't been healed, Arthur was going to take advantage of it. Besides, his father had Agravaine who was a friend to the crown. It was all going to be fine if Arthur wanted to go to sleep early.
Arthur had a maid bring him dinner, but the maid he had sent to fetch it didn't bring it to him, his uncle did.
"Uncle," Arthur greeted as the man stepped into his chambers and set the food down on Arthur's table, "What brings you here?"
"I simply wanted to congratulate you on your efforts today," his uncle replied respectfully and Arthur gestured for him to take a seat.
"I believe you should be giving your congratulations to sir Lancelot," Arthur noted, and Agravaine made a gesture to show that Arthur was right.
"Yes, but you dealt with an issue before the tournament, which in consideration gave you a disadvantage in the tournament. It is hard to say who would have won if the fight had been fair."
"Lancelot is more than worthy of winning the tournament," Arthur said, perhaps a little too harshly, "While it is a first in public, I can assure you that I have often found myself on my back with Lancelot's sword above me in practice. He is probably my finest swordsman."
"You do know your knights better than I do, sire," Agravaine said humbly, but Arthur knew that his uncle wasn't here for small talk, he rarely was.
"Why did you come, uncle?"
"I wished to confirm the reason for you challenge," Agravaine confessed, "Your father refused to speak of it, which I could hardly take as a good sign."
Arthur scoffed. His father didn't even want people to know why he had killed a man this morning, "I merely corrected a wrong," Arthur explained, "Sir Richard was a disrespectful knight, devoid of honor, and after learning of some of his deeds, I couldn't let it pass."
"And what would those deeds be?"
"Speaking ill of my knights among other things," Arthur said and gave his uncle a look to show that that was the end of the conversation. Merlin was clearly not comfortable with people knowing what the knight had done to him, so he would keep the secret.
"I see," his uncle said, contemplating, "While I am sure you acted honorably, I will advise you to not make hasty decisions like those again. You can't very well be seen turning on your own knights over any small disagreement you might have."
Arthur had to bite his tongue, when Agravaine had said small disagreement, but appreciated that his uncle gave him his honest council nonetheless, "I will take that into consideration, uncle, but do know that I have no regards where sir Richard is - or was - concerned."
"I understand, sire," Agravaine said, finally closing the topic, "Now, there is the matter of your upcoming journey. I wish to discuss the route you will take to Mercia," Agravaine said, his tone full of diplomacy and he unfolded a map on the table, "I would suggest avoiding as many of the outlying villages as possible, to maintain discretion. People talk and even without intention, information of your travels could quickly make it your enemies. I would suggest this route here," Agravaine stroke his finger across the parchment, drawing an invisible route on the map, which would take Arthur and his knights through rough terrain, but far from civilization.
Arthur studied the route for a while, before agreeing with his uncle. He was going on a diplomatic trip to Mercia to discuss a part of a trading deal they had made back when their alliance had first been formed, and Arthur would like to make it there uninjured and in one piece. He would like for his companions to do the same, and a small group like theirs could easily go by unnoticed on the route Agravaine had suggested.
By the time they had finished discussing Arthur's upcoming journey, Agravaine politely excused himself and Arthur finally returned to his now cold food. He could really use a bath, but he didn't want to ask Merlin and with guests still occupying the castle, Arthur couldn't ask another servant to take the time to do something as trivial as drawing a bath. It was getting late anyway and Arthur just went to sleep.
It was rare that Arthur didn't wake to the sound of Merlin's voice. At first, he thought he had woken by his own account and that Merlin was actually resting as he should be, but he soon heard the soft steps that meant Merlin was likely listing about in his room, trying to tidy a little before waking Arthur up. As the prince was… not fond of mornings, he let Merlin do what he wanted, pretending to be asleep for as long as he could. Arthur almost got up when someone opened the door, thinking that his presence was needed somewhere, but when he heard Merlin hurry to the door, he decided to wait out the situation.
"Could I speak to Arthur?" Arthur heard his uncle's voice ask, not trying to lower his voice to let him sleep in peace and quiet.
"I am afraid that the prince is quite tired after yesterday's tournament," Merlin said, respect and truth nowhere to be found in his tone or statement, "He has requested that no one disturb him unless it is of the utmost importance, which I doubt your matter is considering your calm demeanor."
There was a second of silence, and Arthur thought he heard his uncle begin a sentence before Merlin cut him off, "I apologize, my lord, but we should let the prince rest, should we not?"
"Of course," Agravaine said somewhat coldly, "Please inform him that I would like to speak with him in my chambers when he finds time." Merlin didn't respond and soon the door closed again. Merlin merely returned to his cleaning duties.
The exchange was odd, Arthur thought as he continued his pretense of sleep. Merlin was usually quite respectful to nobles who were not Arthur, but Merlin had not only been disrespectful, rude and cold to his uncle, he had straight up lied to him. All because… Why had Merlin lied? As far as Arthur was concerned, Merlin didn't care about Arthur's rest. And certainly not when Arthur had seemingly been sleeping for as long as he had this night. And the way he had spoken, it had been so unlike Merlin that Arthur could almost convince himself that he was still sleeping and just dreaming it all up. Merlin never showed dislike or hatred for anyone unless they were trying to kill him and Arthur, but if Arthur didn't know better, he would have thought that Merlin hated Agravaine, which wasn't right. The two of them rarely interacted, and they always did so when Arthur was near, since Merlin was usually with him, so why on earth did Merlin not like Agravaine? Arthur couldn't figure it out, and he blamed it all on only being half-awake.
It wasn't long after Agravaine had left that Merlin opened the curtains and woke Arthur up, his breakfast already set up on the table for Arthur to eat. Seeing Merlin's bright smile only helped Arthur believe that he must have misinterpreted something from Agravaine's short visit, but as the morning went on and Merlin gave on update on his duties for the day, Arthur noticed that he never once mentioned Agravaine to him.
Arthur spent most of the day attending to council matters as his father rested for the day, and by the time it was all over, he was really ready for a bath. Some of their guests had already left, so perhaps Arthur could persuade Merlin to have one of the other servants help with drawing the bath. Knowing that he had told Merlin to sew up some of his torn shirts, he expected Merlin to be in his own room, where Gaius could reach him if he needed the assistance of his ward, so that was where Arthur headed.
It didn't take long for him to reach the physicians quarters, but he was surprised to hear Lancelot's voice coming from the other side of the door. Eavesdropping wasn't a very honorable act, but Arthur didn't want to disturb them, knowing that they rarely had time to talk. Besides, Arthur wasn't in a hurry, he could wait a couple of minutes to let two friends chat.
"You could have told Arthur earlier and avoided this," Lancelot said from the other side of the door, undoubtedly referring to Merlin's wrist.
"He killed a person, Lance," Merlin said in a voice Arthur could describe as desperate, "That was exactly what I was trying to avoid." Arthur chuckled. It was just like Merlin to not want anyone, even people who hurt him, dead. Merlin was kind and soft like that.
"You mean a lot to him," Lancelot said sincerely, and Arthur heard Merlin draw in a sharp breath. It occurred to Arthur that Lancelot has helping Merlin with the treatment of the burn, possibly applying clean bandages as they were speaking.
"Yes, it is very touching that Arthur literally killed a man for me, but you saw Uther's face. He was not happy."
"When is he ever?" Lancelot joked, and Merlin snorted.
"Not funny," a moment of silence, "I can't afford to get on Uther's bad side. He tried to banish Gwen because Arthur was in love with her, and then almost had her burned at the stake when he thought that magic might have been involved. Arthur has a reputation with people like us-"
"You mean peasants," Lancelot provided, and Arthur heard a thump. Merlin had possibly kicked or punched him lightly.
"Commoners," Merlin corrected, "If Uther starts thinking that Arthur is even as much as considering any advice I give or in any way favors me, he will make me leave. That can't happen Lance, you know I can't leave Arthur."
"I know," Lancelot replied softly, "Arthur wouldn't last a day without you."
Arthur heard laughter from inside the room, and decided that he had heard enough. He walked away from the door a little, and let his steps be very audible, making sure that they could hear him coming, before opening the door without so much as knocking - that would have been suspicious.
"Arthur," the two said in unison, Merlin a little more alarmed than Lancelot, as he made his presence known, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see if you were well enough to prepare a bath for me. You can have Lancelot here help you if carrying the water is too much for you, since he seems to be free of his duties."
"Of course, sire," Lancelot replied respectfully, "I'll make sure Merlin doesn't hurt himself further."
"Hey! I can take care of myself."
"Sure you can," Arthur said sarcastically and immediately left the room. He had some things to consider.
Merlin had never been secretive in his loyalty to Arthur, so it would make sense that he wouldn't want to leave, but his concern over being possibly banished (over something as trivial as Arthur's actions and not his own) seemed almost paranoid to Arthur. Almost like the fear of leaving his side, made Merlin see banishment in any action he could take. Yes, his father had disapproved of the challenge, but Arthur had been the one to decide what to do and he had not told his father that Merlin had been the one to bring the matter to him - although maybe his father assumed that was the case (Sir Dick definitely had).
Merlin had mentioned that Arthur had a reputation. And Arthur for the first time acknowledged that Merlin was very right about that. The incident with Gwen was publicly known (even if the common story was that their feelings had been magically induced), his sometimes casual relationship with Merlin was not exactly something he tried to hide and there was the issue of his knights, which he knew some people disapproved of. Arthur had a reputation, but unlike Merlin who seemed to fear what the consequences would be, Arthur was proud. He had been taught that noblemen were the only people he was allowed to associate with, but experience had taught him differently. Interaction with people of different status, backgrounds and life-experiences made him wiser and more knowledgeable, and Arthur already knew that when he was king, he would be a king who served his people. And to serve his people, he had to know them. Arthur had learned that from Merlin.
Because while Merlin could still improve his actual servant skills, he was the only one of his manservants who had even taken the time to ask what his favorite food was (and his favorite everything else as well. Arthur still didn't know why Merlin felt the need to know that his favorite color was red). Merlin knowing Arthur had made him the best servant he could ask for because Arthur didn't always need to tell Merlin what he wanted, sometimes Merlin just knew and was ready with a meal, a fresh shirt or an extra hot bath. Arthur wanted to be a king that the people could approach and know that he would listen to what they had to say regardless of status.
With two people - and one of those people being Lancelot - it didn't take long before Arthur's bath was ready. When it was, Lancelot dismissed himself and only Merlin was left with Arthur as he settled into the water.
"How's your wrist?" Arthur asked absentmindedly, Merlin having begun to wash his back and carefully working in a light massage in the places Arthur usually tensed.
"Better," Merlin answered simply and silence fell. It was unlike the two of them not having anything to talk about, but Arthur had been careful about insulting Merlin in the last few days. It felt inappropriate given the situation.
"I saw that our route to Mercia has been changed," Merlin said after a while. Arthur couldn't tell if he brought it up to have something to talk about, or if the issue bothered him.
"Yes, Agravaine suggested that we alter it for safety's sake."
"I can imagine," Merlin said quietly, a spiteful sarcasm coloring the statement.
"You don't agree?" Arthur asked instead of demanding why Merlin was being so… un-Merlin when it came to his uncle and anything he did.
"It would be better for us to take the original route," Merlin said calmly, "It takes us past two forts within Camelot, which guarantees us a safe place to rest for two nights. The new route takes us past at least two known places that bandits use as hideouts, and we would be far away from civilization should anyone be injured and in need of medical attention. My first help knowledge can only take us so far."
Arthur considered Merlin's advice. There was thought behind it and where Agravaine had taken precaution when it came to information leaking out of the kingdom, Merlin considered the dangers that were already to be found in Camelot.
"I'll think about it," Arthur said, not wanting Merlin's head to explode with pride if he voiced his thoughts, "There is still time to alter the route."
Any other servant would have said thank you. Merlin barely made a noise as he continued to massage Arthur's shoulders.
In the end, the route was altered to fit the wishes of both Merlin and his uncle. They avoided some of the rougher areas, which Merlin had seemed particularly skeptical of, but only visited the lord whose fort was located far from the villages in the land he governed. The trip would be slightly longer, but overall it made them less likely to be attacked or otherwise compromised. Both Merlin and Agravaine had been slightly annoyed by not being Arthur's sole confidant and advisor, but he promptly reminded them both - in private of course - that neither of them held the position of advisor and that utilizing both of their advice had created the best possibly route for them to take. After that there was little they could say, but Arthur still felt the tension between them. As they were leaving for Mercia soon, Arthur decided to ask Merlin or Agravaine about their odd behavior when he returned.
By the time they were ready to leave, Merlin's wrist was better and he had begun to regain control and strength of his right hand. The bandages were still there - Gaius reminding his ward to change them every now and then, even while they were traveling - but Arthur had gone back to throwing things at Merlin without feeling bad about it (although the thrown items mostly included laundry and pillows, he could upgrade to goblets when they got back).
The first two days of travel went without a hitch. The only thing Arthur was beginning to regret was the inclusion of Gwaine on this mission, only because the stories he told made him sound like an honorable hero which didn't really fit his character. However, the fact that Gwaine was fun to bully made up for it.
On the third day they were attacked by bandits and Arthur could almost hear Merlin's voice saying 'I told you so', as they were in the exact area Merlin had urged them to avoid. But the damage was done, and the fifteen men that came at them were not a match for Arthur and his five best knights (and Merlin). The fight was exhausting, but Arthur didn't doubt at any point that they would be victorious, and perhaps he should learn to not be so arrogant, because as the group of bandits were cut down to seven, a sixteenth member seemed to be firing arrows from somewhere. That complicated things slightly, especially as the shooter seemed to not care about how many of his friends he hurt in the process of getting to one of the knights.
Arthur punched the bandit closest to him in the head, knocking him out immediately, and took the time to assess the situation. His knights were taking on multiple opponents, and seemed to have the upper hand, but Arthur's heart leaped as Merlin was nowhere to be found. He couldn't worry for long though, because the next bandit came from him and demanded his attention. Arthur only vaguely registered that the arrows had stopped.
Fate was an ironic thing. Arthur wished that he could have thought that when the bandits grew desperate and launched an all-out attack on Arthur, attempting to kill the prince using their numbers. His knights couldn't get to him fast enough as one man approached Arthur from behind, his sword raised and ready to deal a killing blow. The effort was only stopped by Merlin who came out of seemingly nowhere to protect his prince from what would have ended his life in an instant. With nothing to defend himself with, the servant was cut down where he stood. Arthur wanted to be the one to drag Merlin away from danger, but that honor went to Lancelot who was quick to get his friend out of the crossfire to avoid further injuries being dealt, as the knights and Arthur finished off the rest of the attackers.
Arthur ran to Merlin the instant the last man was no longer moving.
"You almost look worried, Arthur," Merlin said with a forced smile, "Do I really mean that much to you?"
"Shut up, Merlin," Arthur said, not understanding how Merlin could be joking around with an open wound and blood tainting his blue shirt. This was bad, Arthur thought, Merlin was their medical knowledge. He was the last person who should get hurt.
"Tell us what to do," Arthur ordered, knowing that Merlin could very well pass out soon and that couldn't happen before they began treating him.
"I thought you said-"
"Merlin!"
"You need to clean the wound," Merlin said, the smile faltering. Perhaps the adrenaline from his stupid self-sacrifice was running low and he was finally beginning to feel the pain and understand the situation they were in.
It was Lancelot who followed Merlin's instructions about how to deal with the wound, while Arthur felt downright useless. The knights behind him were taking care of the bandits, checking for survivors and anything that would reveal if they worked for someone or anything else that could prove useful information.
"The wound isn't too deep," Merlin said as Lancelot was finishing up, "So there is no need for stitching, just apply bandages and some of the salve I brought with me. It should speed up the healing."
As Lancelot began to apply the salve, Merlin looked to Arthur and gave him another forced smile, "You don't have to stay."
"You're my responsibility," Arthur answered, trying to not to show his worry, "I will stay."
Merlin rolled his eyes, "Arthur, please, I'm not dying. Just go."
Arthur almost managed a smile, "Honestly, Merlin, I'm starting to think that you're trying to get rid of me."
"Maybe I am," Merlin teased, and Arthur shook his head and got up to leave. He just managed to catch as Lancelot lifted Merlin's shirt further to get better access to the wound, and his eyes wandered to a scar on Merlin's abdomen that shouldn't have been there.
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