So last night I had the most disturbing nightmare...it took me a while to realise that it was in fact a dream, though I would have thought that Father in a jester's hat and Guinevere planning to challenge me to a duel would have made it obvious.

But no, in fact, I didn't notice for what seemed like hours. So embarrassing.

It's not surprising I would dream of the tournament, it begins in just one week and I've hardly had any time to train. I have to get onto that first thing tomorrow, which means I should probably go to bed now.

I just pray I won't have to suffer through yet another dream...

It's been a day of both.

Firstly, the weather broke overnight so the knights were finally able to train. God forbid we end up getting rusty!

Nothing quite like a training session, or the Gwaine-encouraged sheninigans that followed, which mostly involved trying to throw each other in the river. I'm pretty sure I managed to win, of course.

Unfortunately, the fun couldn't last and I found myself sitting on another Council Meeting. The Councillers are getting restless about Father's condition. They grilled Gaius unmercifully, not that it's helped much. Father is the same, neither here nor there...

It was enough to make me talk to myself, or at least I thought I was alone. Typical of events these days, I wasn't. I suppose at a time like this I could use advice...from any quarter.

But it's beginning to look more and more likely that Father will remain in the fuge...and that offical steps will have to be taken.

And I don't want official steps to be taken...

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Am I back? I pray that I'm back. The castle looks like it should, my room looks like it should...

The view -

It's the same too!

And this stupid book is here too.

Thank GOD!!!!

I've just spent seven days in...I don't know where. The people said it was Camelot...it didn't look a thing like it! I didn't see a single familiar face.

The same couldn't be said for names. The king there claimed to be King Arthur! And his Queen...she was named Guinevere.

They were obviously imposters. And not very good ones if you ask me. It was almost insulting! Particularly the one who claimed to be Guinevere! She...I don't even know how to describe her! She was like Vivian!

And worst of all...

SINGING!

Everyone sang! At the strangest times! Just out on the street! At a tournament! Wherever! Obviously some sort of magic, it even affected me!

Unbelievably enough that wasn't even the worst part...I can't sing (although I don't think anyone noticed because they couldn't either!), but that was far better than having this... fake Guinevere try her wiles on me!

Actually, I think she tried her wiles on everyone! It was the most bizarre thing I've ever seen in my life. I'm not sure what the so-called Arthur was doing when all this was going on.

But yes, I had to explain my presence and clothing somehow so I claimed I was Sir William of Deira, which worked well enough. Anyway...I was minding my own business when this fake Guinevere skipped on up to me and asked me ever so casually to kill Lancelot!

Not in so many words, of course, but that was the suggestion! I hadn't noticed Lancelot was even there, but apparently so...he didn't look like himself either. All the same I wasn't about to kill him!

I kept trying to wake up, maybe I should have got myself killed... But that probably wouldn't have worked, I'm sure Lancelot would have just reserrected me.

I don't even...

I don't want to think about this anymore, now that everything's back to normal, I just want to go to training and forget about it.

And don't sorcerers have better things to do?

Today I went to hunt up cherries and strawberries (yes, yes, the kitchen maids could do it, but I was looking for an excuse to escape the castle). It proved to be more difficult than one would think.

I almost ended up in the river!

I also met Morgana...little Morgana. I wanted to say something anything to stop what happens, but I don't know...what could I say anyway? It probably wouldn't even work.

I think I saw Guinevere too...little Guinevere...

And that was as bizarre as can be imagined. She didn't know me at all! It took me quite a while to recognise her as well. I think I handled it rather well...

I would just like to say I managed to get quite a number of strawberries and cherries in the end, depsite everthing. A good knight always finds a way.

I walked into the Main Hall a few hours ago, and there was a feast going on.

But it was a feast from years ago.

How did I know this? Because my my mother was there.

I'm not sure I loke having that happen... I mean, seeing Mother again...it's...well...difficult to describe.

I wish she was still here, Father wouldn't be the mess he is if she were. Morgana would probably be here too.

And these are the sorts of thoughts I hate thinking too much about.

Stupid multiverse.

At least I assume this is who is behind this.

I've still got the accent. In fact it might even be thicker! Pretty soon I won't be able to speak at all!

Thanks to the Guinevere I met the other day (the other one, not my one) I managed to get out of all the Council Meetings today by notifying my father of the necessity of going to check the border, with all the tournament competitiors coming and the Tournament being so distracting... Well, it'd be a rather good time for Cenred to make attacks.

As it turned out, he wasn't (frankly, I think he's rather an idiot), but it kept me from talking to anyone, except for Morgana. I've managed to avoid speaking to Merlin!

But I've also been bereft of Guinevere's (my Guinevere this time) company. This depresses me more than I can say. I'm sure even with this stupid accent she'd understand me, she always does!

I will seek her out tomorrow, accent or no accent..even though I'll need Merlin's help, of course, he better not go on about this. Otherwise...I might just enter him in the Tournament.

Speaking of which, it begins on Tuesday - which is Father's birthday in honour of the fact he's the previous champion.

So to bed, tomorrow will be filled with training! And Guinevere if I'm lucky.

Well after the horrors the multiverse has seen fit to visit upon me lately, I crossed my fingers that I would avoid such things and went to see my new horse.

I haven't given him a name yet, I'm still thinking...he needs something good, something that fits. He's not so skittish now that he's settled in, I think Camelot's taken a liking to him, which is always good since they're sharing the same stable.

Speaking of the horses...I'm a little worried about the complete lack of exercise they've been getting, the stable hands walk them around the courtyard every day of course, but that can't replace a run through the forest on a hunt or even jousting practice. If this weather doesn't change soon...well...I don't know. You can't change the weather can you?

Unfortunately...

Still...these things I've seen in the multiverse lately...I wish I could speak to someone about them, but I can't...except other people in the multiverse I suppose. Which might just make the whole thing moot.

Or maybe I should just write it all down...get it out...

But not tonight...

There is indeed! Father gave me reports on lambing to do. Lambing, I don't know what he was thinking. It was ridiculous boring...so boring I feel alseep!

Luckily for me, who should wake me up, but Guinevere.

I haven't seen her since we hid from her secret admirer in a cave (nothing improper happened!) and waking up to Guinevere...well I could get used to that.

She even sat with me while I finished off the report, well most of it...a servants work is never done, which I never actually realised before. I mean, of course Merlin always has things to do, but he's not exactly the best servant in the land.

Speaking of which...I need him to polish my boots they're looking horrible again...

A few warmer days was all we needed.

Snow has melted sufficiently!

Will go hunting tomorrow! Thank God. Am going crazy.

Can't even write in full sentences.

Considered cleaning own boots for something to do.

But tomorrow, I'm free!

First of all, when is this snow going to stop?! It's all ready two feet deep and now the flakes are coming down again. It's ridiculous! I don't understand how Guinevere gets home...

Also, this weather is driving me rather insane...yesterday, I actually sneaked a book from the library and got caught reading it.

That wasn't humilating or anything. My only comfort is the fact that Morgana didn't catch me, I'd never have lived it down. As it is Guinevere and Merlin caught me. And some...strange woman who claimed to be the personification of night.

Really...I don't even...I think I may be seeing things. Wouldn't surprise me...couped up in this castle for more than a week on end - except for the snowmen and the snowball fight...now the snow is to deep for even that.

God, I give up...I'm going to hide under my bedcovers and not come out until this is gone.