Arthur didn't quite wake up at dawn, but close to it. He was warm, though, courtesy of Merlin's magic (and Merlin's limbs embedded in various arm- and kneepits, although that was going to get uncomfortable soon). So that was all right.

He made a valiant attempt to sort-of turn over, ascertained that nothing had broken into the tent, and flopped back.

Another day of travel was about to commence, but he was going to grab three more winks.

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