He remembered Arthur had mentioned the debacle that was Guarma and felt that familiar relief that he was now there to tell the tale. He was, at this point, growing rather suspicious of his feelings; surely such a thing should have faded by now that he was long since used to Arthur being alive and well.

A thought to examine more closely some other time, perhaps.

"I would say you know more than a couple of things. One might even venture so far as to say you know a few," he teased lightly as Arthur led them through the streets, stopping only occasionally to settle his skittish horse.

"Perhaps one day your own escapades will fall into legend, like your namesake's."