A hesitation, then. He always believes he misses Hungary, but it's been so long, and the foray into childhood of a few months ago has reminded him that he was miserable there -- at the whim of the king and his priests, the exorcisms with the bishop -- and he knows he wasn't happy in Constantinople, he still has vivid memories of his fights with the queen, of behaving abominably just to make her angry. Even Orkney has lost some of its shine after talking with Laertes about Mordred.

"I wasn't very happy in my world," he says finally. "And there's nothing very grand to show."