Mages returned to Camelot, slowly and cautiously, wary despite Arthur's promise of protection. Mages set up in Londinium, offering medicine and other little cures.

It was not perfect; it was never perfect.

But it was a beginning, and Arthur knew it was what his father would have wanted. It was what he wanted, too.

Everything his uncle had done would not be undone in a day or a week or a month.

But mages were letting themselves be known and were none the worse for it.

There was one that Arthur hadn't seen, however.

But he knew she'd come again.