"How long have I been asleep?"
"A couple thousand years? Give or take a few centuries?" Merlin rubbed the back of his head self-consciously.
"Right. Okay." He could do this, he could do this . . . "But you're here."
"Always," he promised. "And a lot of the others will come back too."
That eased a lot of the worry. He could deal with this. "I assume Camelot fell a while back?"
Merlin seemed almost offended. "Why would you assume that? Just because I made one mistake, suddenly I'm a total failure?"
Arthur stared at him. "Camelot hasn't fallen?"
"Of course not! And . . . And it might possibly have spread to include a continent. Or two. Or four."
Arthur was still staring.
"It's a long story."
A/N: Because Merlin would have never, ever, let that legacy of Arthur's fall. Also, Merlin has not been on a huge war of conquest, just for the record. Just imagine that you're in France, starving to death and looking over at a prosperous, sorcerous kingdom.
What would you do?
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