Merluffy.

Please to not make fun of my poor name hybridization.  Thanks much, me.

"Arthur," Uther said as the ashes of the latest sorcerer fled Camelot upon the wind, "New precautions must be taken to insure our kingdom's safety from this pestilence of magic.  I want you and your knights to make the rounds of the entire land, searching every home, every monastery, every back-country cottage, and find any book that contains knowledge which might aid a sorcerer - alchemy, necromancy, science, fairy tales - find any dangerous writings, bring them here, and I want them all to be burnt."

"Father."  Arthur shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Merlin and Gaius, standing nearby and bearing identical looks of utter horror.  "Surely it is not the knowledge which is dangerous, but only the way in which the magicians use it."

"Are you questioning my command?  Your king has made a decree for the protection of the people you are sworn to protect, Arthur.  Do as you are told."  With that, Uther turned his back dramatically and swept into the palace, blind to all but his rage until he bumped quite suddenly into the man who stepped out in front of him.

"Uther Pendragon," said the man, who wore the strangest suit of clothes Uther had ever seen, and bore no distinctive colors or device.  Apart from the clothing, however, the stranger looked disturbingly...exactly like Uther himself, a decade or two ago. 

"Who are you, and what witchery is this?" the king demanded, stumbling backwards and scrabbling for his sword.

"My name is Giles, and I am here to put an end to this abhominable book-burning you have ordered."



Heee.