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“Where are you?” Pendragon demanded of the King, ruffling his feathers against the pounding rain, his sharp eyes fixed on the nearest window. He could just about make out the boy moving around within, and envied him his roof. “The library,” Arthur responded simply from his seat by the fire. The King turned the page of the great leather-bound book opened on the desk before him, and peered at the old yellowing pages. Dipping his quill into the inkpot he added a few more sentences to the sheet of unrolled parchment, held still by his left hand. Two completed scrolls were stacked on the floor by his right foot, and a thick book with a blue leather back stood beside them. “Oh wonderful,” the merlin snapped as his fairy wrote, “I hope it’s a good book, Arthur, one its worth me drowning over.” The king ignored him. He added his signature, Arthur R, in a flowing, looping hand, and then sprinkled sand across the scroll’s surface in order to withdraw an excess ink. Reaching for the final blank scroll, he began to copy out the one he had just completed, repeating the process over again. Arthur stood up, collecting the scrolls, and crossed the library towards where a small wooden box stood open on an empty shelf. The king slipped the scrolls into the box and slid the lid closed, before tucking it under his arm and leaving the room.

Arthur knocked on Thoth’s door before turning the handle to admit himself. He found that the door offered some resistance, and he assumed that something was blocking it on the other side. The king was forced to turn slightly so as to fit through the gap that had ended up narrower than he had intended. He barely had time to look around the room before Thoth threw something at him, but he did have long enough to understand why two maids had been sent to see him in tears. It was fortunate for Arthur that he had quick reactions, and he succeeded in catching the goggles with one hand. The king looked down at the plastic in his hand curiously, recognising their likeness to eyeglasses. It was lucky too that at exactly the right moment Arthur lifted them up towards his eyes just in time for them to offer him protection from the explosion. The smell, and the smoke, combined to make him cough, and he found that his eyes were watering as he watched the boy hurry across the room in order to open another window. “Oh you’re there now?” Pendragon snapped from his tree, “excuse me, your grace

The king wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand as the connection with his familiar cut out, and found a corner of furniture (exactly what piece of furniture it was no longer possible to tell) on which to perch. He took care not to disturb anything partly in case the mess was organised chaos, and partly because he was eager to avoid any further explosions. “What was it supposed to do?” Arthur enquired as he dusted glass shards off his shoulders before offering Thoth back the glasses, “and should I be worried?” A mouse ran over the king’s boot, pausing by his toe and he watched it begin to wash its little face. He couldn’t help but feel that, with so many rodents and birds, what Thoth’s room had actually turned into was a paradise for the kitchen cats. He wouldn’t put it past the cook and the housekeeper to conspire together to do just that. The housekeeper particularly had a strong distaste for Thoth’s room, and, by extension, Thoth himself. “Do you have a moment?” Arthur asked the boy, removing the box from under his arm and resting it instead upon his knee, “there’s something I need to discuss with you.”


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