The Stables, Sunday Late Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Arthur had not been looking forward to the idea of heading out in this weather, but he was a man of duty, and he did have... some concerns in regards to the health of the horses and the dog. He also wasn't sure how long their food would hold out.

Sure, he could've asked Merlin to do it, but... Yeah. They were his horses, and his dog, and if something did happen to them he'd take it rather personally.

(Which was not to say he had a soft spot for them or anything. No. None of that)

He wrestled open the door to the stables and shut it quickly, petting Bryn over the head as she came at him. Soon enough, he was by the horses, cradling the head of his own and checking for any signs of frostbite.

Thankfully, the stables were still relatively warm.

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[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Before or after we've hunted?" Mat asked. "It's easier to get forgiveness than permission."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a quick look. "Before," he said, "We keep to the law."

Lawful good blah blah blah.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"But these aren't necessarily our laws," Mat argued, mostly just to argue.

[bitchprince]

"No, but we are guests in this land," Arthur lectured, "It wouldn't suit us well to openly defy the authorities."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"If we are such terrible hunters that we get caught, we deserve the wrath of their authorities," Mat declared.

[bitchprince]

Arthur took a deep breath and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "No," he said, "That would be openly disrespecting this-- Republic. I won't do that."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Very well," Mat said. "Let me know if you need coin. It comes easy to me."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a quick look at the perceived insult. "Thank you, but I'm quite comfortable myself."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat almost started yet another round of "but why don't you gamble" and thought better of it. "As you say," he said instead.