The battle, such as it is, has been brutal and completely without honour much like Urien himself, but for once there was a break in the skirmishes.

Arthur leans back against a tree trunk and wipes his brow with a sigh of relief.

All around him knights are also sprawled on the ground trying to catch a few minutes rest while they can. Others are having their injuries tended to and somewhere he can hear Gwaine trying to keep everyone's spirits up with a drinking song, despite the fact there's no mead in sight.

Arthur can't sit still for long however, he's restless, wondering about Guinevere and the boys, he knows that they're fine, Morgana and Percival will protect them. That doesn't change the fact that he misses them so much it's in near constant ache, which at least distracts from the rather nasty gash on his shoulder.

All is not lost though, there are ways to communicate with those at Tintangel, even though they have to keep it to a minimum in case Urien happens to have sorcery on his side as well.

But it's been more than a week since they last spoke that's long enough to go without speaking...too long in Arthur's opinion.

He's quick to track down Merlin and even though he feels terrible asking his friend to do this when he's almost dead on his feet, the fire is soon flickering away.

Arthur peers into uncertainly and tentatively calls out. "Hello? Anyone there?"

He never knows how to start a conversation through this thing, it's bizarre!

Yes, it was Amhar's birthday...his long awaited for sixth birthday.

Complete with a tournament and a celebratory feast.

Merlin outdid himself, of course.

The knights outdid themselves...

Everyone outdid themselves really!

I think Morgana enjoyed herself, I know her wards' did, lovely girls, Carys and Tarrwyn.

I'm not entirely sure how the other members of the magic community who came with Morgana made of it all. They were in the stands, but I wasn't really able to focus on them much. Quite a lot of bouts seeing as I made it to the final and won of course!

But yes, a wonderful day and one sure to live on in Amhar's memory.

And Guinevere is waiting for me...so...off I go.

Well, this week has been like none other since I was crowned. Firstly, Merlin has somehow managed to convince Morgana to return! He went out to find some magical people for a school he's decided to set up and the next thing I know I'm getting a message from him saying he's bringing her and several of her community back!

They arrived the afternoon before yesterday and Morgana immediately kneeled on stones, apparently as some act of penance. I hardly thought it necessary for her to kneel there for four hours until it was dark. If she catches a cold, well...I don't know, someone's going to be told off.

So really with all that going on you can't really blame me for snoring. Although I didn't really mean to wake Guinevere. I'm quite worried now....I must ask Merlin about fixing that...although that's rather hard to do when he's running around like he is. Although really as the King he should be at my beck and call. He never was a very good servant...

And now I've managed to stick my foot even further in it, with the tournament for Amhar's birthday. Of course I'm going to compete, I just didn't think it still bothered Guinevere so much. It's not as if I haven't won every other tournament I've been in. She knows this.

I hope she won't kick me out of bed this time...although I do like camping with Amhar and Duran....

And to think...just the other day my dear Queen was having fun with my sword.