Informing the King

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            “We should arrive tomorrow afternoon Sire,” one of the guards said.

            “Very good, thank you,” Uther replied and the guard left the tent. The king sat and spent the next several hours looking over his scrolls and plans for the following day when the sound of hooves approaching made him pause.

            “Sire!” he heard someone call and the king exited the tent.

            “Sir Leon,” he said, surprised to see the knight, “What are you doing here? What’s happened?”

            “It’s Prince Arthur, Sire,” Sir Leon replied, “He’s fallen ill.”

            “Well surely Gaius can tend to him,” Uther said.

            “He’s tried Sire, he’s run test after test with no result,” Sir Leon informed him, “Gaius can’t find a definitive cause for his illness so he, the servant Merlin, and the maid Gwen have trying to treat his symptoms and bring his fever down, but he’s only getting worse. Sire, it’s not good.”

            The king took a deep breathe and stared at his most trusted knight, trying to decided what to do.

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