The next morning I was up around dawn and grabbed my bag to head out. Medea wanted to see me off and since this would probably be the last time I would see her for a long time I obliged her. To be honest though, Merlin was the one most on my mind as we set off. After hearing what he said to himself last night I knew I had to stay close to Arthur as much as possible. Saving him wasn’t possible as Tim has repeatedly shown me. However, if I alter the events just enough then maybe I can make it so Merlin loses any advantages he may have had before. It was a long shit but it was worth a try. Especially since I didn’t know when Tim was going to let me travel through time again.

After giving Medea a hug goodbye I climbed onto my horse and rode up to where Arthur was. With all the commotion going on I waited until he could hear me but no one else could and told him what I heard Merlin saying last night. He sighed in response and looked at me with glassy eyes.

“I figured as much. He has every right to kill me at this point. Perhaps I should have listened to you better? Though, it is in the past now. There is nothing more to be done.” Arthur replied.

“Even if you had listened to me it wouldn’t have changed anything. Freya still would have died and Merlin would have killed you.” I said with a sad tone.

“I’m guessing you already tried a different way?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, and it failed miserably.” I said.

“Then so be it. Perhaps, if those Christian monks speak the truth about a forgiving God then I hope He can forgive me.” Arthur said. I wanted to say something back but nothing came to mind so I stayed quiet.

The boredom of riding with the dead silence for so long ate at me. There was nothing worthy to think about and the forests and plains we passed by held nothing of interest. Backing off a bit I fell back to where Mordred and Langson were. Both of them seemed equally bored and didn’t have much to talk about so I decided to say something.

“So what do you two think about all this?” I asked. Both of them looked at me with somewhat blank stares.

“It’s awful.” Mordred said.

“Agreed.” Langston said in response.

“Any further thoughts?” I asked.

“Not at all.” Langston said.

“It’s far too damn hot.” Mordred stated angrily.

“Alright, different question. What is your relationship to one another?” I asked. I would say I had a smug look. However, the mask made it impossible for others to notice it.

“What do you mean by that?” Mordred asked obliviously. Langston on the other hand seemed to blush a bit.

“I mean, are you two seeing each other?” I asked differently. Now Mordred realized where I was going with my question and began blushing even worse than Langston was.

“Not at all! We’re just friends and brothers in arms.” Mordred said. Langston seemed a little depressed by that answer but he didn’t let it show much. I just laughed in response. Neither of them seemed to enjoy my joking.

“Alright then. What’s with your mask? Why is it so damn creepy and why don;t you ever take it off?” Mordred asked.

“I wish I could tell you. It just kind of fused to my face and now it’s stuck there. As for why it’s so creepy, who knows.” I replied. Neither of them seemed content with that answer but they let it go.

After that we talked for a while about anything and everything we could think of. It was actually enjoyable and it helped pass the time. Though, I was still bored. Plus, my ass was starting to get sore from riding all day. It wasn’t a short ride either.