Slowly cleaning out my supply of monthly glossies. I always have too many and my selves are groaning under the weight. Here are some scans I did from them before the bye-bye it's off to the op shop. 

The bottom of the pan was shiny with a thick fluid.

‘Oh Christ…’ Arthur said faintly, a cloth pressed against his mouth as it wiped a corner. He watched his servant silently place a lid over the thing. Merlin worked with eyes downcast, sooty lashes lightly brushing his cheek as he blinked against the pale sunlight filtering in from the double windows. Outside, the sky had mysteriously cleared to a faint blue for the first time in months.