"Why, yes, as a matter of fact." Merlyn smiles, rather pleased to be recognised. Even after several centuries of moderate fame, he's just vain enough to appreciate it. "As for knew him... well, I was his tutor for six years, and his advisor for a number more, before that unfortunate incident with the lovely Nimue. I should dashed well say I know him! The boy used to drive me quite mad," he added as an afterthought, "but I suppose he grew up into as good a King as one can expect, given the circumstances. A shame about all that business with Sir Mordred, of course, but what is one to do?"

He looked rather sad at the thought, nonetheless, although it was a good twenty years in his past and he hadn't been there at the time. He had taken his own leave of Arthur perhaps a year ago, and been very sad to do so, for the Wart, who would later become Arthur Pendragon, had been his dearest pupil.