Nimue could not believe this was happening. Really couldn't. This was Arthur, her king. She was sure of it, now. And he didn't remember her. Maybe she just hadn't been that memorable. She'd come to Camelot late; she hadn't married; she'd already begun to fade away from court life by the time things started going really wrong. But suddenly it seemed very important that she make him remember.
She flicked her eyes at the girl. Things would be so much easier if she wasn't here. But she was. So Nimue was just going to have to keep talking in riddles. The thought, somewhat laughably, annoyed her. Merlin was always the one who was good at that.
"Yes," she said, taking Arthur's lead. "In Cornwall. There's a beautiful lake not far from there...it's where I spent my childhood." Maybe he would get it. She hoped.