“Negotiations. How I despise them.”
Arthur was nonplussed by Uther’s pronouncement.
“The delegation from Thule…”
“…Has nothing of worth for Camelot. Trade? They want our produce and offer mere trinkets in return. An alliance? Our kingdoms are separated by rough seas, and though we both beset by rivals we have not mutual enemies.”
“What if Thule allied with Mercia? Or the Picts?”
“What of it? Mercia would find as little benefit to an alliance as I have.” Uther stood decisively. “Dismiss their ambassador.”
“Of course, father.” But Arthur would remember Thule’s Prince Valiant — for the day he ruled Camelot.