The Stables, Tuesday Afternoon

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When it became painfully clear that there were no servants to help him in caring for Arthur's horse, Merlin found himself down in the stables. Mucking out a stall.

Destiny owed him big for this.

"How does one horse produce that much?" He asked--well, he asked the horses there. Not that they could answer him, of course.

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"I'm used to doing his royal highness' chores," Merlin replied with oh so much respect for the title. "Thank you for the drink, though."

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He laughed and something in his chest constricted. He felt so badly for the other boy. He'd escaped his servitude, as much as it had been a somewhat twisted labor of love.

"I certainly know the feeling," he said quietly, and it took an act of will not to pick up a tool to help.

"I'm... er, I suppose I'll go out for a ride. Leave you finish and stop boring you."

There was a small smile then as he took a few steps back. His hand settled on the broom, clenched around the handle to sooth himself, and he didn't know why he nodded again.

"316. And the invitation stands."

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Merlin smiled distractedly. "I'll remember that, Liir."

Taking a deep breath before he grabbed the pitchfork, he continued to spread the clean hay. And wondered vaguely what he was going to ride...

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Liir nodded and headed out, mounting the broom at the door before kicking off.

He wouldn't hold it against Arthur, but it certainly wasn't a point in his favor either.