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Ryence,” Sir Ector said.
    King Urien was unremarkable, resembling most males of the day in build and hair length. King Pellinore was more… noble . He stood like a warrior, his hand resting on his sword as he sifted through the crowd with narrowed eyes. King Ryence resembled a ferret.
    “They are all Lot’s allies?” Britt asked.
    “Not usually, no. King Urien always sides with Lot, and Ryence follows whoever seems to have the winning side. King Pellinore is most often a lone man, though. It is unusual that he allies himself with anyone,” Sir Ector said, thoughtfully grooming his beard.
    “Looks like he’s changed his ways,” Sir Kay growled as King Lot approached the sword in the stone/anvil.
    The tall man pulled on the sword, his face cracking with effort even though he didn’t pull until he was red in the face like the other barons, knights, and kings before him. After pulling for a few moments he took three sweeping steps backwards and scowled at the sword. He then tilted his head up and walked away, as though the competition was a child’s game.
    King Pellinore was next—pulling with everything he had—and King Urien and King Ryence were directly behind him. All three kings failed.
    “Trying to figure out a way around the sword to claim the throne he is,” Sir Kay said, nodding in King Lot’s direction.
    “He’ll fail. The common folk won’t let that happen,” Sir Ector promised.
    Britt didn’t get a chance to reply as Merlin stepped in front of the sword in the stone. “All afternoon you mortal men have tried, and all afternoon you have failed. There is only one in Britain who is worthy and able to pull this sword!”
    “That’s our cue, My Lord,” Sir Ulfius said, appearing behind Sir Kay.
    “Right. Thanks again, Sir Ector, Sir Kay,” Britt said, passing the mug to Sir Kay before brushing off her cloak.
    Sir Ulfius escorted Britt up to the sword in the stone as Merlin rattled more about the sword and worthiness. When Britt was an arm’s length away he finished, “and behold, here is the rightful heir to the sword in the stone.”
    The Archbishop—who was probably the best actor out of everyone involved—pushed his eyebrows up towards his hairline. “Merlin, who is this youth with you? Certainly he is very fair and noble to look at, but he cannot possibly be the one who is to pull the sword from the stone.”
    “This is Arthur, the true son of Uther Pendragon and his Queen Igraine,” Merlin said, placing a hand on Britt’s shoulder.
    The crowd murmured in astonishment, and the Archbishop slumped back in his chair before leaning forward in well faked interest. “But how can that be? No one has ever heard that Uther had a son.”
    “You are indeed correct, for I made sure to bury that fact and keep it secret from all men. For I saw it in the stars that Uther Pendragon would die before his son would be old enough to survive the onslaught of his father’s enemies and the burden of ruling Britain. On the night he was born, with his parents’ blessing of course, I took Arthur and entrusted him to Sir Ector of Bonmaison,” Merlin said, gesturing with his free hand.
    Britt had to admire Merlin. The crowd was putty in his hands as he spun his marvelous story. He had enough charisma to make any modern day politician green with envy. Perhaps that was why men called him an enchanter.
    “Sir Ector did not know Arthur’s true parentage and raised him as his own son. If anyone doubts the truth of my words, I can be verified by Sir Ulfius, one of Uther Pendragon’s own knights,” Merlin said, stepping aside so Sir Ulfius could salute the crowd.
    The cemetery was breathlessly quiet as people leaned forward to listen to Sir Ulfius.
    “The words Merlin speaks are true,” Sir Ulfius said.
    The crowd erupted in a wind of whispers, and Merlin sharply elbowed Britt when she mutely stared at the sword.
    Britt rocketed forward and asked the Archbishop. “May I try my hand at pulling the