Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

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The lion purred and rubbed his mane against the prone man’s hand gently.

She smiled knowing that she had support in that venue at least. She walked back toward the others; her mind focusing on her plan. She’d speak to her father at the first opportunity. Somehow she needed to get word to Camelot. Queen Guinevere would know if anyone does. Perhaps the knights might know more if they’ll acknowledge Merlin as more than a servant. Maybe Master Gaius? She sighed. That is if she doesn’t just pull him back there. She came from that background. Surely she’d understand. She bit her lip. He’d barely arrived. She’d known him only as the chief servant.

Yet he warmed her heart even if he couldn’t speak.

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He said nothing to her. Rather he watched her praying over his patient’s health. He could clearly see her concern. He sensed that she felt more for the prone servant than just simple friendship. It is as Lord Aethelred feared. She has made her choice. He frowned knowing that with Prince Kay’s death, her infatuation would doom the kingdom. I don’t care what she or Sir Ywain says. The boy is a peasant and a servant!

She heard one of his boots scraping the floor. With a tell-tale arched eyebrow, she queried, “Spying on me now, are we?”

He grimaced but quickly recovered enough to bow. “Not all, Milady. I was…admiring how well you tend to a patient.”

“You mean look after the servant? Master Wyngate, with all due respect, please. He is your patient. Besides Master Gaius is your friend. Is he not?” she retorted.

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Merlin, you did it. Not that I’m surprised of course! I just wish you could have saved Kay.

“He took King Arthur. Did he?” Master Wyngate glanced over at Merlin. From Ywain’s account, he remembered several details correlating to the patient.

“Aye. He did indeed. Nobody’s been able to find him since,” Oswald insisted. “We helped Camelot’s knights to search for an entire day before they left the field. Sad state all the way around.”

“Sad state when we have to rely on magic,” Galahad groused.

“Magic is a tool just like your sword, Sir Galahad. I know better than you how it can be used for good or ill,” she reminded him while holding her still-scarred wrist up for his benefit. “While I wish that stranger could have saved Prince Kay or Sir Simon, he did preserve your life and stop Morgana Pendragon’s gambit.”

At that moment, a knock came from the open door.

“Master Wyngate? King Rodor requires a chair if you please?” Ywain requested. He helped his liege into the chamber.

“Of course.” The physician motioned toward the knight’s right. “Please take the chair there, Sire. Sir Oswald just offered us some other details relating to Sir Galahad’s and Sir Ywain’s accounts from the

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