Baby Arthur

Song 9: link


For everything turned false,
A little Mehr turns true.
The daily birds in the trees
Sing forever.

    Why does my head feel like a horse has trodden on it? Arthur groans and turns, feeling the soft fallen leaves of the forest floor under his hands. He tries to open his eyes, but the brightness of the sun pierces his head like a blade, and he slams them shut once again with a groan.
    What happened? Where is my horse? Merlin? Sir Leon, the knights? The princess?
    He tries to sit up, but again the pain in his head prevents...