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text-align: justify;"Arthur. Not surprisingly at all Merlin first thought after hearing that voice was Arthur. His friend.
Leaping up and shaking the stiffness from his bones, Merlin whisked blissfully around his house grabbing a garbled rucksack from a battered wardrobe and filling it up with whatever seemed remotely appropriate. A electric torch (for explaining electricity of course,
merlin was able to created light in his hands) , water, and some half crumbled crumbled Jammie Dodgers for Arthur. The Once and Future King was grumpy at the best of times, Merlin didn't want to think about how irritable Arthur would be after three thousand years without his precious food. Just the thought of that made memories swirl around his head, the details still glorious after many years. Laughing out loud, Merlin took his hiking stick, pulled up his hood, and ventured out into the lashing rain./p