I've never prayed so hard in my life and it actually worked, it never has before... But I guess...

Well, Guinevere's safe! She's been released, I've held her in my arms and it's all because of some senile old man.

This day could have been less shocking, however...firstly, it finally happened, I ran into a Guinevere who looks like my Guinevere, but is not. Not one who doesn't look like her...or even one from the future like a Morgana I also ran into.

I finally found my Guinevere and well...the world was right again.

As for Father....I will never look at him the same way again, I can't imagine ever forgiving him for this. Ever.

But now I'm thinking about that senile old sorcerer...his execution is set for tomorrow, I really don't know if he even understands what's happening. Which is an uncomfortable feeling...which is why I've decided to go and see him. Even if he did knock me out and insult me.

If he is senile, he should hardly face execution should he? I have to know.

It's quite late at night, but Arthur heads down to the dungeons regardless, nodding at the guards as he passes them, torch in hand.

He comes to the cell that holds the condemned sorcerer and stands for a moment in front of it.

He can see the old man huddled in the corner of the cell and after a moment.

"So...Dragoon the Great, right?"