A voice called to Arthur as he drifted in feverish dreams.
He seemed to be wandering, lost and alone.
And then came the voice, instilling him with strength and confidence. He knew that voice. It called up images within him of dark curls and deep brown eyes. But to Arthur's fevered mind the voice did not belong to a servant girl, but to an angel.
Later, when he woke he remembered, and he teased her about it. But the image of the angel stayed in his mind, and he wondered why he had never noticed before how beautiful Guinevere was.