"The table was broken," he answered with a pinch of agony between his eyes, with all the rough guilt that still accompanied the thought. Nathan never once considered Arthur would mean anything else. After all, this was the table they were talking about. He knew he meant nothing in comparison.
"I'm so sorry, my lord. It was my error, my carelessness." Of course it was his fault. He stood there, head bowed, frowning at the floor and waiting for Arthur's judgment. "I'd hoped to rebuild it, but now I fear even that is impossible."