*A Long Hoped For Meeting*

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They're running a bit late, but Arthur and Sir Leon, who make quite an odd picture in a large cart rather than on horseback as befitting knights.

But they're not in their armour and aside from their swords are unarmed.

Arthur is looking at the map. "All right, this should be the place..." Looks up and around.

Leon sighs. "Forgive me, sire, but direction is not your strong suit."

"Hey!"

Before anything else can be said, though, there is a sound ahead.

Could it be?

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If Carys hadn't been such a whirr of energy Arthur might have hugged her, she's such a sweet little girl - makes him wish for a daughter.

"Ni likes you too." He assures her and Ni does, leaning forward to nuzzle Carys hand.

"Farewell, I hope the grain and cloaks will see you through."

He's relieved to see Carys hug Morgana, his sister needs some unconditional love.

He stands there watching the four leave, before nodding to Leon and mounting his horse for the long ride back to Camelot.