“What happened, Arthur?” Merlin asks frantically, helping Arthur down from his horse and into his tent. The king was nearly un-horsed by Sir Gwaine, something that never happens.
“I don’t know, Merlin, my lance suddenly felt as heavy as ten lances,” Arthur gasps, clutching his left bicep. “I’m sure Gwaine is off gloating somewhere,” he adds darkly. “I’ll never live this one down.”
“Arthur!” Gwen comes flying into the tent now. “What happened? Gwaine never beats you!”
“Merlin,...
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