2.23 – A Misunderstanding

It had started with disappearances. Hushed gossip about a baker’s son that never made it home. The tailor’s apprentice, vanishing one day without a trace. Rumours of farmhands and workers from the mills being taken, with some of them never returning to their work.

When the citizens of Camelot began to realize what was happening, those rumours very rapidly turned into fear. At first, the Fae were blamed. But it did not take them long to find out the truth. They were not being taken by Fae. The missing people had been arrested and taken to the castle.
Some of them never returned.

It gradually got worse. Strange disappearances turned into public arrests, which slowly twisted into people being plucked off the streets in broad daylight. People grew restless and concerned, quickly ushering their children inside whenever the town guard appeared around the corner.

They knew what was happening. They had seen this before.
Camelot was in the middle of a witch hunt.

Three days ago, while Gawain and his family were running errands in the town square, a sudden commotion had drawn the young redhead’s attention. A boy, maybe 14 years old, had come dashing around the corner. The boy leapt through the square at a reckless speed that made it seem like a demon was chasing him. Gawain could see a desperate, frantic look on his face.

But it was a rainy, slippery day. And the boy’s recklessness cost him. He slipped in the mud, falling flat on the ground and skidding to a halt not fifteen feet from where Gawain stood. The young redhead looked on with increasing shock as his pursuers came into view. He had expected a group of bullies, or an angry shopkeeper, or a guard running after a petty thief.

But that was not what Gawain saw. Chasing after the boy were not one, not two, but four fully armed and armoured men, all with their hands on their weapons.

The town guard.

Their boots splashed heavily in the muddy square. Gawain could see the four of them rapidly close in on their target. They surrounded the boy as he scrambled to get up, covered in dirt and scrapes and frantically trying to get away from them. In a high-pitched, cracking voice, he screamed:
“No… no, please! Don’t hurt me! I-it wasn’t me! I swear! Please-”

Gawain could feel instinct overtake him. His body moved on its own. Before he knew it, Gawain had jumped in between the boy and his assailants. The young redhead placed his arm in front of him, blocking the kid from view as he glared at the guards.

Only then did Gawain realize who was leading them. A robed, familiar figure, wearing the colours of a Jacoban priest.
Lord Agravaine.
The Royal Adviser took a step forward, narrowing his eyes at the young redhead.
“Step aside, Gawain. That is an order.”

But Gawain refused to budge. He could feel a raw, white-hot anger overcome him as he saw the boy’s look of absolute terror.
“What is wrong with you?!” Gawain yelled, balling his hands into fists. “He’s just a kid! Are you out of your mind?! You’re chasing a child with your weapons drawn!”

“Step away from the fugitive. You are obstructing justice,” Agravaine replied, in a much more threatening tone this time. Gawain dug his feet into the mud in response.
“Why are you taking him? What has he done?!” the young redhead demanded.
“His dark hair and physique match the description of a recent intruder-”

“A thin body and dark hair?! That describes half of Camelot!” Gawain spat back. “This is barely more than a child! He hasn’t done anything and you know it!”

Agravaine took a step towards the pair, well aware of the crowd that was beginning to form around them.
“He’ll have the chance to prove his innocence during interrogations. Now hand him over.”

“Prove his innocence?!” Gawain snapped.“He doesn’t have to prove anything! You have to prove his guilt! You can’t go randomly plucking people off the streets just because they look like your intruder! It’s not right! That’s not justice! That’s not-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence. His anger had reached a tipping point, overflowing and turning into rage. In his head, a lot of things suddenly began to fall into place. Small puzzle pieces about Agravaine that had slowly accumulated over the years. They lined up in his mind, neatly, forming a picture that made him feel sick to his stomach.

Gawain was sure of it.
This person was wrong.

“This is your last warning-”
“No! I’ve heard about your interrogation methods. I know what you do to the people you arrest! And some of them don’t even make it back, do they?!”

“Well, you’re not getting him! It’s not right! If you want him, you can go through me first!”

Agravaine merely turned to his men in response.
“That can be arranged. Guards. Take them both. Break limbs if you have to.”
“Yes, milord.”

Gawain was a skilled fighter. He was confident with a sword, and even without weapons, the young redhead could hold his own in any tavern brawl or chaotic street fight.

But even Gawain was just one man. He was no match for four armed guards.

The young redhead never stood a chance.

And, despite his efforts…

He would never see that boy again.

The soft click of a door closing echoed through the dark jail hall as Morgana quietly left the dungeon. The Crown Prince didn’t blame her. Arthur himself was still reeling with shock from what he had just heard. It took him a few seconds to compose himself.

Eventually, the Crown Prince addressed the guard on his left.
“Open this cell.”
“My lord-“
“Open it. That’s an order.”
“Yes, sire.”

Arthur walked into the dusty, cold, inhospitable cell. As Gawain sat back down on his rickety cot, the Crown Prince took a seat next to him. The cot groaned in protest under their collective weight. But Arthur ignored it.
A short moment of silence passed.

Then, Arthur let out a sigh.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” Gawain replied. “Just a little bruised, Arth… milord.”
“How long have you been in here?”

“A few days. Gaius treated what he could. But I don’t know what happened to that boy. I’m worried.”

Arthur knew that Agravaine had gotten free reign from Uther. But the Crown Prince had not expected things to get this extreme. He knew his uncle well. Agravaine was both rigid in his beliefs and very vindictive when challenged. Even more so if it was in public. Anything that Arthur said to him now would only add fuel to the fire. It would just make things worse. No – the best thing that he could do for Gawain right now was damage control.
“Don’t worry. Morgana and I will get rid of this misunderstanding, and your charges will be dropped. You’ll be out of here soon.”

Arthur had expected the conversation to end there. But the young redhead surprised him. Gawain turned his head, his face pulling into a frustrated scowl.
“No… that’s wrong. It wasn’t a misunderstanding.”

“What?”
“It wasn’t a misunderstanding,” Gawain said, repeating himself. “That kid hadn’t done anything and they knew that. But they took him anyway. It wasn’t right. None of it was right. I know that Agravaine isn’t a knight, but he’s still supposed to be good. But I saw the look in his eyes. Milord, he wanted to hurt him. That wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was wrong.”

“I understand. I’ll have a talk with Agravaine and see to it that the boy is released.”
But that answer wasn’t enough for Gawain, either. Arthur could see his friend’s frustration visibly growing. The would-be knight shook his head, refusing to let go.
“No, that’s- that’s not enough. You weren’t there, milord. It was bad. It was really bad. Not just when they arrested us, but when they took other people, too. I know it was Agravaine and not you, but- but you can’t just brush it off. That’s just as bad. You can’t do that.”

Gawain lowered his voice. From as long as Arthur had known him, the young redhead had always carried his heart on his sleeve. This time was no exception. His worried, frustrated tone was perfectly mirrored in his expression.
“It was really bad. And you’re the Crown Prince. You- you can’t just say it’s a misunderstanding. You need to care about your people. All of them, not just the nobles. You can’t be like your uncle. Promise me that you won’t become like that. You have to be a king that does right by his people.”

Over the years, Arthur had noticed that the advice of some people was more important than others. Morgana and Lancelot were two of those people – and as they grew older, Gawain had proven to be a third. The young redhead had a simple, refreshing honesty to him that Arthur sorely needed. This time was no different. His words were simple, genuine, and free of malice.

And they cut to Arthur’s very core, in a way that no other person could.

He was right. Of course Gawain was right. What was he doing, trying to downplay Agravaine’s actions? Arthur was the Crown Prince, for crying out loud. He couldn’t turn a blind eye. Not to something like this. Not as a Knight, and definitely not as future King. He had to do something.

And he would. Arthur nodded at Gawain, a new sense of determination rising up from within.

He would be better. And if he ever wanted to be ready, then he had to step up.
And that started right here, with his friend.
“I will. You have my word, Gawain.”

“I promise.”


The Royal adviser was pulled out of his religious preparations by the untimely arrival of his niece. Contrary to Uther and Arthur’s noisy, almost bombastic gait, Morgana’s footsteps were silent. Almost completely noiseless. They proved ideal for listening in to all kinds of incriminating conversations.

But Agravaine knew how to listen for her, anyway. After all, he was the one that had taught her to walk like that.

“Your highness,” the Jacoban priest spoke, turning around as she came to a halt behind him. “I see that you have returned safely. The King will want you and your brother to join-”

“I’m not here for the King. I’m here for you.”

Agravaine immediately noticed the hostility in her tone. He straightened his back, narrowing his eyes as the Royal Adviser steeled himself.
This should be good.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You will drop the charges against Gawain. All of them. Immediately.”
In contrast to his own emotionless tone, Morgana’s voice was drenched in anger. A display like that was very unlike her. His niece usually wore her mask better. Agravaine frowned, shaking his head at her aggressiveness.
“I will do no such thing. That boy broke the law. He deserves what is coming to-”
“You will drop the charges,” Morgana interjected, “or our King will learn exactly what kind of correspondence you have been hiding from him.”

“…You wouldn’t.”

His niece’s lips pulled into a venomous grin.
“I absolutely would. You’re not the only one with spies around the castle, uncle. I know exactly what kind of incriminating letters you’ve been withholding from our King, and exactly where they are hidden. If you don’t want to spend the rest of your days locked away in a dungeon, I suggest that you reconsider your answer.”

Foolish child. Wasting your leverage on the likes of a commoner. Have I taught you nothing?

But even with her irrational anger, Agravaine could see the threat looming behind her words. The Jacoban priest knew that she was not bluffing. And he knew that Morgana would act on her threats, even if it would end up backfiring on her, just to spite him.
Agravaine had taught her that, too.

For now, it was better to do as his niece wanted. Gawain was of no importance to him in the grand scheme of things, anyway. If anything, his arrest had been a waste of time and resources. He had already gathered all the information he needed. The Royal Adviser crossed his arms, giving his niece a single nod.
“Very well.”

“Wonderful. I knew that you’d see things my way.”
Morgana graced him with a hollow, doll-like smile that did nothing to hide the darkness behind her mask. She turned on her heels, beginning to walk away from him and out of the church hall.
Halfway to the exit, his niece suddenly spun back around.

“Oh… one last thing.”

The smile vanished.
“Go after Gawain again, and I will personally end you.”

And the Royal Adviser knew.

Ah.

Gawain’s arrest had brought him some valuable information, after all.


As soon as the large, double doors fell shut behind her, Morgana sank down to her bedroom floor. She wrapped her arms around herself, her breathing ragged and uneven.
The budding witch had not expected that slipping back into her mask would be this difficult.

The budding witch rested her head against the cold metal on the door. It felt comforting.

Don’t give in. Stand your ground, Morgana. Just a few weeks, and then this is over.

Morgana had tried to bury it. But the memories would not stay down. Her mind inevitably wandered back to her final parting with her coven, a day before the three of them were set to return to Camelot.

“I can’t leave my brother like this. There is something that I have to do first.”

“You’re one of us now, love. No matter where you go. I know you’ll find your way back to us.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

Stop. Stay down.

As the weeks in Scarborough ticked by, Morgana had slowly reasoned it out in her head. She could not leave her brother. The budding witch knew that there was no way that Arthur would return to Camelot without her. Not if she were to disappear. If she told him she was going to leave, he would stop her.
And if she told him she was a witch… Morgana dared not finish that thought.

Plus, even if he would somehow let her leave and go home – if Uther was dead, and Arthur were to return to the castle on his own, then he would have no leverage to use against Nemeth. Nothing to keep Richard from breaking their alliance and throwing his lot in with Cornwall. Morgana knew that he would. Ever since intercepting their correspondence, the budding witch was convinced that her future husband would switch sides in a heartbeat.

Morgana could not abandon Arthur to face that alone. She just couldn’t. Even if it ended up endangering her own life. She simply loved him too much.

Just a few more weeks. Don’t give in.

But she couldn’t stay in Camelot, either. Not anymore. Morgana knew that her remaining time was limited. Whether she learned to control her magick or not, one of these days, something was going to expose her for what she was. Tyronoe’s story had only confirmed what, deep down, she already knew. Her presence was a lit powder keg. Sooner or later, it would explode. Morgana could feel the witches of the past haunting her, warning her not to repeat their fate.
Telling her to run.

No, a voice in her head spoke. Stand your ground. You have to. Just for a few weeks.

Morgana glanced over at the chess board. White was only a few moves away from checkmate. The only way left to save its King was by sacrificing the Queen – the most powerful piece on the board.

She had been stuck on that near-checkmate for months now.

But, at the same time that she had realized how she could not stay in Camelot, the Crown princess had finally found a way to turn the chessboard around.
How ironic, Morgana thought. The opponent that I’ve been playing against all this time is now my key to salvation. I’d almost want to stay, just to see the look on his face.
Almost.

Morgana would promise herself to Richard during the tournament. She would honour Uther’s agreement with Nemeth, binding Richard to Camelot and ridding Arthur of any leverage that could be used against him. Morgana would do everything in her power to give her brother his best chance. After the tournament was over, the budding witch would leave Camelot with the King of Nemeth, leaving her childhood home behind…

And then remove herself from the playing board entirely.

“We’ll be waiting.”

After all… all Morgana needed was a ring of mushrooms.

The budding witch could hear the voice of Gawain in her head, speaking to her as she recalled a very distant memory.

“Arthur is the next person to become King, right? I bet he’s going to change lots of things. We’ll just ask him to change this, too. When he’s King, he can do anything, right?”

Sweet, trusting, innocent Gawain.

“Do you really think that he’d change the kingdom for you?”
“…Yeah. I think he would.”

Those words had single-handedly pulled her back from the darkness. Even now, Morgana still wanted to believe them. She still wanted to believe that her brother would grow into a King that would bring better days – not only to commoners like Gawain, but also to her people. But she wasn’t a child anymore. The budding witch knew that simply believing was not enough. Simply trusting Arthur was not enough. There was too much hatred and tragedy and fear festering between the two. Too much of a chasm to cross. Too much darkness.

Someone needed to show him that darkness was not all there was.

Someone needed to show him that there was more to magick than what he had been taught. More than just destruction and fear.

That his biases were wrong.

Someone needed to open his eyes, and stop the same tragedies from happening over and over again. To show him that it was possible to cross that chasm.

If you truly wanted the world to change… then you had to bring that change yourself.

Stand your ground.

Just a few weeks.

Just a few weeks.

Just a few weeks.

19 thoughts on “2.23 – A Misunderstanding

  1. Ah, so it really was Agra going after boys that fit the bill. Which does not surprise me. And fair enough, I can get why this would feel personal to Agra, and they have their prejudices – not to mention this person really did break the law, broke into a highly restricted area and assaulted guards and the royal advisor.

    But as Gawain points out, the description matches half of Camelot. Agravaine saw the person that cast the spell on him, so he could very easily esclude the false suspects. But he chooses not to, he chooses to punish people that he knows had nothing to do with it, because he can’t find the one that did, but needs and outlet for his anger. Gawain is right, someone needs to put an end to this.

    It’s heartwarming to see Morgana so protective of Gawain… but it’s also a wee bit disturbing that she only appears to be concerned about Gawain, and not at all about all these young boys that died because of her. I’m going to hope that’s a part of her mask, but I fear it’s not. I do like the contrast between the siblings and the scenes here, Gawain explains to Arthur that only focusing on him would be wrong and that there’s a bigger picture at hand, and Arthur gets it, and then we cut straight to Morgana doing what Gawain told Arthur not to do.

    So she is planning to return to the witches… except… just a few weeks sounds like famous last words. She’s smart enough to know that the situation in Camelot will not become easier in just a few weeks. There’s always all this plotting and intrigue and threat of war looming about. What’s really going to be that different in just a few weeks? And if she hopes to change Arthur’s deeply engrained perceptions about magic users, she definitely eeds more than just a few weeks. I could easily see her saying “just a few more weeks” years from now.

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    1. That’s a very good observation about Aggro. He’s definitely redirecting some of his anger towards innocent people. Whether Gawain or Arthur or someone else can actually put a stop to it, though…

      Showing the contrast between Arthur and Morrie is one of my favourite things to write for. Ooooh famous last words is an interesting (and dark, damn) thought, too. I guess it remains to be seen if she thinks they died because of her and is hiding her horror, or if she really only cares for Gawain. Arthur definitely needs more than a few subtle nudges to change what has been taught to him for almost two decades now, too.

      Of course, all of these things will be totally fine in the long run, naturally! Nothing but happy, rainbow-filled chapters from now on. =D

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      1. Lol, how can the poor guy ever stand a chance at being a decent human when his name shortens to Aggro 😀

        Oh yes, pardon my dark ways, obviously only sunshine and lollipops from now on, my mistake!

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  2. 😦 I just want to continue reading. Am so sad to reach the end of your chapter.

    Aw I’m glad that Arthur thinks Gawain’s advice is important. He’s come far from being that proud young boy who looked down on people and based their worth around their titles.

    My goodness, Agra is so slimy, he’s practically swimming in mud. But no matter how long he soaks in it he’s still a baboon’s bum.. Now Agra knows too much, especially Morgana’s weakness. 😦

    Hurr. I wonder if that window Morgana has with Richard is still open. Considering how Richard has been silently moving his chess pieces while the trio were away. He has quite the alliance now. Not to mention this internal strife that’s about to commence in Camelot. He need only pressure the kingdom a little for it to break from inside 😦 It’s not like the people are happy with Agra throwing his weight around.

    I wonder who’s side Morgause is on. She wants Morgana to stay, knowing fully well she’s conspiring against her and Arthur. I can’t help but see motive behind those words. It serves Morgana’s purpose, but does hers too.

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    1. Aw. I’m glad you liked it. There will be a new one around Wednesday/Thursday next week. Probably. =)

      He sure has! He’s positively glowing compared to Aggro, and so is Gawain. LOL a baboon’s bum xDDDD Cannot unsee. I should give him some cheek blush in CAS.

      What chess pieces? Richard has been perfectly cordial with everyone, and certainly has not been plotting behind people’s backs. =D Oooh good question. They’re all layered onions, even Morgause. But whether the inner layer is sweet or sour or horribly bitter I’ll let you judge for yourself.

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  3. There’s something in this chapter that makes me think of Ken Follet’s book World Whitout End. It contained some of the most cruel descriptions of the witch-hunts of the Middle Ages and not least the powerful men of the church who orchestrated it all.
    Agravaine is very powerful and very spooky.

    I admire Gavin’s courage to stand up for justice and speak out against power.
    Arthur seems to be listening, but does he have the power to stop Agravaine?
    Morgana will not fail Arthur and she tries to plan all her moves as in a game of chess. I wonder if her plan will succeed? Can she keep hiding her true identity?

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    1. I don’t know that book, but now I have another title to add to my reading list. Aggro is powerful and spooky in equal measure, yup yup.

      I adore Gawain, but he was a little in over his head here. In theory, Arthur outranks Agravaine. In practice? Hmmm…
      And I’m pretty sure Morgana is wondering that, as well. It’s a ticking time bomb no matter how you look at it.

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      1. The book is the second part of a the Kingsbridge-trilogy starting with “The Pillars of The Earth”
        I know it was filmed as a TV series, but I will always prefer the books.

        Gawain certainly acted too impulsively and realistically it could have cost him his life.
        Regarding Arthur and Morgana, I am anxiously awaiting what you have in mind.

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  4. At first the Fae were blamed. Yes, sounds legit. Goddess, these times. How did anyone with any kind of quirk even survive? Aw, there’s Rupert, running as if a demon was chasing him. Totally irrelevant, but I am wondering what kind of demon and if it had a name.

    Ah, Gawain, you brave, foolish little drunk. I’m surprised Agravaine would be out there in person, in the mud and murk, but then again, probably wants to see first hand the terror he’s causing and the lives he’s ruining, right? Wait… they’re just randomly wiping out skinny, dark-haired boys? Oh damn, they’re looking for Mordred, aren’t they. He doesn’t even exist. Gah. That will be one hell of a witch hunt, if, as Gawain says, that describes half of Camelot. They don’t need to be at war; Camelot is set to destroy itself.

    So Agravaine is well aware of the crowds forming. Thriving on it more like, you twisted git. Prove his innocence. Break limbs. Somebody has gotten too big for his pretty dress. OK, so Uther (my other favourite…) gave you full rights to do whatever you needed, probably knowing you’d go over the top. You can both rot in heck.

    Aw, Gawain, you’re so darn sweet. ‘He’s supposed to be good’ – isn’t everyone? Oh, Arthur, I don’t think you do understand. Gonna gloss over Arthur’s judgement of who’s advice is important for now and wonder what Arthur can possibly do to rectify this.

    And… Morgana goes in like a wrecking ball. A sinister, devious force of nature, turning on the one who taught her all of his tricks, it seems. Gathered all the information he needed… hmm… so what did Agravaine know with Morgana’s last words? That she’s got a soft spot for Gawain? That she possesses the power to actually end him? That such a threat meant that she was mentally already gone?

    Now, is slipping back into her mask a mental barrier or is it something to do with the black stuff that Lincoln took? ‘Stay down’ oh Morgana. You’re burning yourself up here and for what? If you’re so sure that Arthur can’t cope without you now, how will you ever, ever manage to leave in the future? My heart, my head.

    Excellent chapter. Will haunt me.

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    1. It definitely wasn’t Boris the Demon. =D And yup, those times were pretty terrible for everyone who wasn’t exactly average and normal. Poor Rupert never even got properly introduced so I’m not counting him on my tally.

      They are looking for “Mordred”, yeah. And the guys doing the hunting have no idea that he doesn’t actually exist, and who it really is. Twisted git suits Aggro pretty well. Do you need a pit? I have a few nice ones that you can borrow.

      Gawain very much sees things in black-and-white. Not as much as when he was a kid, but still. The enemies from Cornwall and bandits are evil. Arthur and the knights are good. Morgana is good. Magic is bad. The royal family is good… and then you get lovelies like Aggro that throw a giant wrench in everything. Naturally, there is nothing wrong with Arthur’s judgment on whose life advice matters and whose doesn’t. =D

      Ha, wrecking ball describes it pretty well. A wrecking ball that’s lit on fire and slowly burning to a crisp. But everything will be all right. Yup. All is fine.

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      1. Was it Hubert? Wait… Rupert’s already dead? Noooo!

        Yes, I would like a pit please. Which ones do you have available?

        Yes, everything will be totally fine. I have complete faith in you turning this into a lovely magical/fairy tale/romance novel somehow.

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      2. Let’s see… I have “dusty, neverending pit of despair”, “sparkly pink glitter nightmare”, “creepy clowns everywhere” and “Maddening echoes of bad pronunciation”. I had “Hollow Void”, but I’ve reserved that one for my own use. Do you have a preference?

        Oh, lordy. A romance novel. The horror.

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      3. Sorry, I’m totally derailing your comments here and I really tried so hard to be serious with all my responses this week, too. I really did try. 😆

        I’m sticking Aggro and Other in the “sparkly pink glitter nightmare” pit, thanks. I wanna know who “hollow void” is reserved for, but that involves further derailment and this train is already nosediving off a cliff as it is.

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      4. Woo! Glitter nightmare! I was hoping you’d pick that one. It’s the kind that gets everywhere and will not in a million years wash out of your clothes. Or hair. Or eyebrows.

        “Hollow Void” would be a spoiler. It’s not Gawain. =D

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  5. Oops, I didn’t see this! Too many things in my own life, lol. Each chapter is interesting, indeed! 😀 And sort of dark as well… xD

    For a moment I thought the red-headed boy was young Gawain and the woman was his mother, but no, it’s another boy that oddly looks like young Gawain, haha… The black-haired boy took a bad fall, though, along with the bruises he might have gotten. :/ That can’t be good.

    Lord Agravaine definitely is evil. Putting two teenage boys in jail. And those guards are listening to him, perhaps because they’re getting a decent salary? Jeez, how many evil people are in Camelot (Uther included)? 😦 Hopefully the good people can weed them out. 🙂

    At least Arthur’s listening to reason. But it’ll still take a lot of force to break through his beliefs. I do think it was a good idea for Morgana to join Arthur and Guinevere for this reason.

    Also, it’s good that Agravaine also decided to listen to reason and release Gawain- okay, no, there must have been some underlying cause for this. What info did he find out? That can’t be good.

    So the tournament is going to happen in a few weeks. That’s interesting to see what will happen. Will Gawain compete? And will Agravaine be happy about it? And how exactly will Morgana conduct her plan, I’m wondering? I also worry about Arthur since he has all these negative thoughts about commoners and witches. And Richard… hopefully his beard doesn’t grow on Morgana. xD It probably won’t, just saying. 😂

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  6. I’m so glad Arthur saw he needed to do something about this situation and be different. I’m glad he’s not unwilling to listen.

    I did notice something by the way. You used the words ‘budding witch’ 7 times in this chapter and about three times in the same paragraph. It got pretty distracting. 🙈

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  7. Christ, another witch-hunt? Gawain’s protective instincts are endearing and I still think back to when he was a child…how much has changed < 3 Good on Gawain for doing what's right. NO AGGRO YOU TWAT you're the one one obstructing justice! Leave Gawain alone! Poor Gawain being thrown in the dungeons like that, but at least he is brave enough to stand against the likes of Aggrovaine, and even to Arthur, not only his Prince but his friend, when he tells him that he has to be a good leader to his people.

    I really like that shot of Aggro dead in the center of the altar and the stained glass, there's a sort of sinister sort of controlling look to it.

    OHHHHH YESS, I love that Morgana doesn't mess about and is like 'Drop the charges against Gawain or I'll show the king all the dodgy shit you've been doing!' and Aggro's face like 'What?' And then Morgana's smirk after. Perfect. That threat at the end…I love it. If Morgana doesn't punch out Aggrovaine, then I will.

    One thing I've been waiting for since the start (BTW, your pacing of intrigue and reveals is so GOOD) Is for someone to recognise Morgana's magic. My theory is still it'll come out trying to protect Gawain or Arthur.

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    1. Another witch hunt. Those events are unfortunately very frequent under Uther’s rule. Gawain has grown a lot, but some things are still the same, and standing up for others is one of them. It’s a serious chapter but you calling Aggro a twat made me chuckle out loud 😂

      Agravaine has a lot of power, both as a priest and as Uther’s right hand. He can be very scary when he wants to be.

      (Aw, thank you 😊 It’s hard sometimes to judge if the pacing works and the story doesn’t drag, so I’m glad you’re liking it!) Morgana’s magic is a ticking time bomb no matter how you look at it – she even admits to that herself this chapter. We’ll see whether or not your theory comes true!

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