Throughout a day and a night, Arthur’s fever climbed steadily, until he was good for nothing but huddling in a cave, shivering and sweating.
Merlin had tried everything he could think of, but here in the mountains, his resources were limited. Finally, he resorted to using his magic, hoping Arthur was too feverish to notice.
In the morning, Arthur was better but confused. “Yes, but how did you lower my fever without herbs?”
Merlin packed up camp, pretending not to hear.
“I could have sworn you—“
“Nope. You were delirious. Let’s go now.” He hurried Arthur to his horse.