"What's it doing?"
"How should I know?"
"Arthur isn't going to be happy."
"Leave my husband to me. Just get this out of here."
And so Merlin and Guinevere stared as the turtle continued to chew on the King's prized socks. He picked up the turtle and left the room. As he did so, Arthur walked past and he hid the turtle under his jacket.
Merlin sped round a corner to flee the King's wrath. He liked his body intact. He had a feeling that he would be spending a lot of time in the stocks for that Turtle.