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It is indeed a hectic time.

Did you enjoy the Midwinter festival, my lady?

I think 'hectic' is putting it lightly.

I did, no matter now hectic it was. How about you?

It was quiet, but satisfying. I received some lovely gifts.

Were you blessed with presents, my lady?

I'm glad to hear it.

I was. I received some really nice ones from a few friends.

Those are the best sort, I believe.

What did the lady receive from her admirers?

They really are.

A few trinkets from neighbors, flowers, from Arthur, and a nice handkerchief, from Merlin.

Oh, flowers from the prince? You are honoured, my lady.

I am, Still surprised, too.

A sign, perhaps? Of things to come.

A sign? I'm sure all he meant was to thank me for nursing him.

Then, perhaps, my lady, it is a sign that you will nurse him in the future.

There's a good chance of it, with his habit of getting injured lately.

You were...worried for him?

Of course I was. He is the crown prince.

Ah - you were worried for your country. I see.

Exactly. I was worried about what would happen to Camelot, should he die.

And you care nothing for the man, for he is nothing more than a symbol.

Correct, my lady?

--well, no. I do care for him.

As your leader? Or...something more?

I suppose I care for him as something more. Not much more, obviously, since I barely know him. But like a friend

Ah. In the seeds of friendship are found the apple trees of Destiny.

You seem to be rather fixed on Arthur and my destiny.

My lady, I am rather fixed on Destiny in general. It is, after all, my speciality.

Do you believe the prince figures in your Destiny?

I've noticed.

I don't know why he would.

And Sir Lancelot? Does he hold your Destiny?

--Lancelot?

Yes. Another..."friend", I believe.

Yes, he is. Why did you bring him up?

Three men - three of your peers - will feature prominently in the days to come. It is always worth your consideration, my lady.

I don't suppose you'll tell me any more than that, will you?

My lady - if you truly want to know what lies ahead, all you need do is ask.

Something tells me that asking would not be a good idea.

It can be a terrible thing to know one's future - and I would not tell you all.

I shall simply say this: the head must excuse the heart and allow it to roam. Only then will the puzzle pieces fit and each find their home.

And, as usual, I have no clue what you mean, but I do appreciate the advice.

Then, my lady, you are more gracious than most of my charges.

I hadn't noticed.

I'm not surprised.

I quite enjoy them. Holidays, that is.

Because they're an excuse to throw a party?

Indeed. Do you not enjoy the celebrations?

Of course I did. I'd ask you the same, but I'm already sure the answer is yes.

There's always so much to do. And too many things to polish.

And you polish so well.