Morgana did not remember at all, and she frowned. "I think I would remember one such as yourself." She had let the story have her. It was easy for her. It was easy to be the prince, a knight errant, a hero. It was easy to be confident in her place and her life. It was easy to be free. So it was easier for her to forget who she was and let the Prince take control, to believe in the life that she wanted to lead. "I have travelled these woods since I was a child, and I have never before..." No.

No, she hadn't. Uther hated it when she went into the woods alone. She had been his ward, and as Arthur's wife she had little more freedom and far more responsibility with it. "Asch?" Her voice had been quieter as she recalled, but now she shouted up to him. "Forgive me! I had forgotten who I am. It is part of the magic of this place. Yes, I remember you. From the Plane. What are you doing up there?"