The red light came up through another crack in the field, and Baldwin looked down at it the way a man looks at a debt collector he has been expecting.
**[CorkClimber]:** HE KNOWS WHAT IT IS
**[ShieldMainSiobhan]:** LOOK AT HIS FACE. LOOK AT HIS FACE
**[user88317]:** what does he know??? WHAT DOES HE KNOW
**[GalwayGoblin]:** he's not even surprised
**[FrontierWife]:** THAT WAS UNDER THE PALACE IN THE VISION
**[CrownLawIE]:** so it's HIS?? is it his???
**[FloorTheoryIE]:** no. look again. he's not commanding it. he's *waiting* for it
**[user88317]:** WAITING FOR WHAT
**[CorkClimber]:** SOMEBODY EXPLAIN
**[MOD]:** Slow mode enabled.
Nobody explained.
The answer was two years old and eleven hundred kilometres away, in a corridor beneath a palace, on a night when Caerleon still had a living king.
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Before any of it, Baldwin was simply the heir, and he was good at it.
