Shaking my head, I gently nudged Arthur’s head near the pond, which I noticed was remarkably clear. I could see the bottom, it was not murky like the pond in the castle gardens. I cupped my hands to get some water and hovered them over Arthur’s wound. As the water hit the wound, it started to wash away the blood, giving me an unobstructed view of the gash. It was quite ugly and would have made me squeamish if I wasn’t so used to seeing similar ones on me. But mine always healed quickly. Arthur’s seemed to stay the same. 