“I already regret this.”





“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”


“We can’t give up on him, he’s strong. I know that he will make it and we’ll get him to Camelot and Gaius.” Arthur spoke with conviction. “I fear that what he means is that what is happening will continue on and on. Never ending and never stopping. Like a curse. I wonder if Gaius would know any way to break such a thing.”

She couldn’t help glancing up at Arthur, startled. He had picked it apart so easily, from just the one phrase. “Do you think that’s why he wanted you to kill him?” She held that thought for a moment, concentrating on winding the strips around the sounded torso — “Lift, a little, please, yes, just there.” — before finishing it. “Is that the way to break it? Someone has to — has to — “

Arthur gave a faint nod of his head, “This reminds me about a black knight that came to the kingdom, any stabbing with a sword didn’t kill him since he was magically brought back and it’s a long story. But it could make a lot of sense,” he mused before glancing over at Summer. “Gaius? Maybe he can help us.”

“Well,” she said, looking over her handiwork, “he’s unconscious now, so I guess if we tie him to the back of my horse and hurry?” She was really uneasy about the idea of moving someone so badly wounded, but if he was cursed — and they couldn’t do anything more for him here.