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This week's writing is from my Merlin story. Quick background, Merlin is trying out disguise necklaces he made to allow someone else to perceive the wearer as someone different. So he is wandering around Camelot swapping disguises.
Favourite writing from this week:
Merlin hung the necklaces around his neck and put the garlands back into the basket he had brought the supplies down in. First step first. If anyone noticed all of the necklaces he was wearing, he knew it hadn’t worked. Then it was just a matter of swapping disguises when no one was looking.
***
Gwen was hurrying to her workshop when she bumped into a young woman. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, don’t mind me.”
“Are you new here? I don’t think I have seen you around?” Gwen asked.
“I am helping out with coronation preparations, nothing more.” She brushed a hair back from her face.
“Do you need directions anywhere?”
“No thank you. I’m alright.” She hurried away and around a corner.
Gwen watched her go. Something about her manner of speech seemed familiar. But perhaps she was just reminded of someone in the market or someone who had helped in the past. Many people had helped at large feats in the past. Or maybe it was a girl who had been looking for a job in her workshop before Gwen told her to come back when she had learned more. It wasn’t terribly uncommon.
“Excuse me?” Gwen shook her head to clear her thoughts and met the eyes of an older man standing in front of her.
“Sorry, got lost in my thoughts,” she apologised. “Do you need something?”
“Do you happen to know where I can find Lord Merkel?” he asked. “I have a message for him.”
“His chambers are up two floors and on the right. If you need help ask one of the guards in that wing.”
“Thank you very much, my lady.” He bowed slightly.
“Oh I’m not,” she started to protest but drifted off when she caught his wink. Then she only rolled her eyes and continued to her workshop. She had to prepare for a fitting.
***
Arthur answered the knock at the door himself, seeing as his servant was mysteriously still missing. He didn’t think the decorations would take this long. A older woman he didn’t recognise was standing at the door, hands clasped behind her back. She gave a deep bow.
“Your highness. I have been sent to tell you that it is time for your fitting.”
“My fitting? Whatever for?” Arthur protested. This was not discussed with him. “I plan on wearing my chainmail like I have done at every other ceremony.”
“I’m afraid that is not the protocol, sire.” Her eyes didn’t leave the floor as she countered her king. “If you wish to argue, I suggest you take it up with Mistress Gwen.”
“I think I will. Tell her I shall be along in a minute.”
The woman bowed again and hurried off.
Arthur grabbed his jacket and marched off to the workshop. He was not going to stand for this. He was also not going to stand for Merlin not being there to back him up.
“You there,” he pointed at a man who looked like he might be a servant. “Do you know where my manservant is?”
“No, sire. Shall I look for him?”
“Yes. And tell him he can find me in,” but Arthur stopped, the man had already turned his back and left. Most unusual for a servant. Unless that servant was Merlin. However that man had short cropped red hair and was a more portly man than his servant could ever be, even if he ate an entire boar in one sitting.
Arthur marched on.
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