Chapter Three
It took Arthur the rest of the day to straighten out the mess crafted by Morgan. He had to inspect the chimney for damages, and then clean it of green gunk. None of the normal methods worked.
In the end, Lance had suggested using an old witches’ concoction. The paste he spread over the brick worked wonders. But when Arthur asked what the goop was made of, his molars ground. The magical cleaning product was made of vinegar and baking soda.
Arthur finished up the work himself. He didn’t trust the matter to the young squires or any of the castle’s helpers. Tintagel didn’t have traditional help. Everyone who lived in the village was family and all on equal footing. There were no class distinctions in Camelot. Not officially in any case.
Just as the tables they all sat at were
