It's really very simple, as far as Camelot's servants see it. Things... happen around the Prince's manservant Merlin. Things that don't always - or ever - make sense if anyone thinks about it.
But it isn't the servants' job to think about it, so they don't. No one asks them, after all.
Arrogant Sir Acanor who overworks, derides, beats the stablehands...? Well, no one sees what spooks his horses just where poison ivy grows thickest, did they? And the Court Physician's medical salve for rashes in unmentionable places really does work so much better when ice cold, after all.
So the Court Physician says via Merlin, who delivers it, and who are the Camelot servants to say otherwise to the Court Physician?
Oh beautiful - and oh so aware of it - Lady Vyolette, daughter of the over-indulgent Baron Vyse, who slaps and sneers and screams at the maids..? So sad that she trips and falls in a pond full of muck and weeds, and then doesn't see that huge spiderweb in the corridor that surely can't have appeared out of nowhere just at the wrong moment, can it?
Fat Lord Pettipace and Lady Pleasaunce who gorge on the finest food and wine while ragging and ridiculing those who slave over the feast and get none of it? Oh, such a nasty case of the bilious belly there, oh dear it makes them both so piteously poorly for a miserable day, week or more... and who knows where it comes from?
It isn't the servants' job to know that. All they do know that is when one of their own is mistreated, and they glimpse a faint, angry glow in Merlin's eyes... things happen. Things get better.
The Camelot servants look after their own. And the Prince's manservant, in ways they don't question and are grateful for, looks after them too.
Merlin & Servants
It's really very simple, as far as Camelot's servants see it. Things... happen around the Prince's manservant Merlin. Things that don't always - or ever - make sense if anyone thinks about it.
But it isn't the servants' job to think about it, so they don't. No one asks them, after all.
Arrogant Sir Acanor who overworks, derides, beats the stablehands...? Well, no one sees what spooks his horses just where poison ivy grows thickest, did they? And the Court Physician's medical salve for rashes in unmentionable places really does work so much better when ice cold, after all.
So the Court Physician says via Merlin, who delivers it, and who are the Camelot servants to say otherwise to the Court Physician?
Oh beautiful - and oh so aware of it - Lady Vyolette, daughter of the over-indulgent Baron Vyse, who slaps and sneers and screams at the maids..? So sad that she trips and falls in a pond full of muck and weeds, and then doesn't see that huge spiderweb in the corridor that surely can't have appeared out of nowhere just at the wrong moment, can it?
Fat Lord Pettipace and Lady Pleasaunce who gorge on the finest food and wine while ragging and ridiculing those who slave over the feast and get none of it? Oh, such a nasty case of the bilious belly there, oh dear it makes them both so piteously poorly for a miserable day, week or more... and who knows where it comes from?
It isn't the servants' job to know that. All they do know that is when one of their own is mistreated, and they glimpse a faint, angry glow in Merlin's eyes... things happen. Things get better.
The Camelot servants look after their own. And the Prince's manservant, in ways they don't question and are grateful for, looks after them too.