The past few days have tried Arthur severely. Nothing is the same without his Ygraine there. Camelot seems dreary and dull, despite the beautiful weather.

Arthur has done his best not wallow, spending time with his grandchildren has helped. Especially little Custen who at 8 is really progressing with his swordplay. And little Morgan is sweet already, with curly hair just like her grandmother...and aunt.

Arthur saddles up Ni, who rarely gets out these days, being close to 25 now. But he's still a very fine horse.

The King is paying particular attention to where he's going, absorbed in his thoughts and wondering if his little princess really will come home.

An hour passes and it seems not, and the High King turns his horse back to Camelot, where endless meetings and councils await. A lone figure wandering the halls of Camelot.