arturius | Three Silver Pieces

[Arthur really had no idea what to do with himself. It had been two months now and his various trips had seen every inch around the barrier, save for those that the ocean blocked. The mountains had provided him with a handy way of escaping the village after his humiliation with that experiment. He had already crossed them once, with Cordelia, but he was only now returning again after a long trip crossing them on the northern edge of the barrier only to cross them on the south.

Reluctant as he was to admit it, he really was trapped. There was no way out. Even the excursion out to sea seemed like it would only be a way of confirming what he already suspected. There was nothing that he, even as King of Camelot, could do to escape. Especially when not even magic seemed to make a difference. Upon returning to the village on horseback, he was too weary to prepare his own meal, so his first stop was Seventh Heaven. Some of his clothes had been torn on the trip and with no way of repairing them himself, he made a stop at the clothing shop to find some replacements. Even before being able to return to his own apartment, he had to see to it that he put his horse away and saw to it he was properly fed and stabled for the night. Hard work, all of it. What he wouldn't give for a servant.

Later, in the evening, he writes up a message on the journal.]

It's been two months since I've arrived. If the guide to this place is right, that means more of us will be coming soon. Does it get tiresome, hearing how intent we are on to escape, knowing that we'll soon realize how futile it really is? It seems I may find that out for myself, soon enough.

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It's probably better because of my experience. How could you doubt that?

That depends on whether that experience turned into anything useful. Even old men can be fools.

I'm not exactly what you would call 'old', thanks. [That's right, Draco, focus on the words and not what they actually mean.]

I noticed. That's a clever way of avoiding the point.

And what was your point again, Arthur?

That until I hear your plan, your experience doesn't necessarily mean anything.

My plan isn't something I'm foolish enough to write on paper. Sorry to disappoint.

That's the second time I've heard that today. Is that just code for 'I don't know'?

No, it's code for we don't trust the Malnosso not to read things over the network. It's not that hard.

I'm aware. In that case, you could just tell me in person.

Are you going to give me a good incentive to?

I hadn't planned on it.

You know what bothers me about you, Arthur Pendragon, is that you're nothing like what I expected.

A lot of people seem to think that. You're the first person to outright say it. Or write it, anyway.

And what do you make of that? If anything. Surely the great Arthur Pendragon must have an opinion.

It's the same as what I've lived my entire life with. Everyone I have ever met has had high expectations for me since as long as I can remember. The difference here is that it is unimportant if I live up to whatever expectations people might have of me in this village.

I never said my expectations were high, did I?

Is getting under my skin really the only thing you have to do? Because you're not doing a very good job at it. I've had worse.

No, but I've put my other goals on hold at the moment, if only because you're a bit peculiar.

I'm flattered, really.

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