Part 6:
link The four riders stop approximately halfway to Camelot and make camp in a secluded spot not far from the road.
Gwen quickly builds a feuer and once Percival returns with an armload of logs, they have warmth aplenty.
“You did that very fast, my lady,” Percival observes.
“My father was a blacksmith, Percival. I’m very good at getting fires going,” she smiles.
“One of her many talents,” Merlin adds, trying to get back on her good side. “Um, I need to go...
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