Merlin couldn’t find his goddamn quill anywhere.  He’d searched all morning.  Blessed with the gift of foresight, he knew exactly where he’d leave it tomorrow.  Fat lot of good that did.  Shouldn’t he be able to predict where he’d find it five minutes from now?

“Looking for something?”  A voice purred.  Merlin turned to see a beautiful, naked woman at his bedchamber door.

“Sorry,” said Merlin.  “Long story short, my memory works in reverse.  Who are you?”

“Niviane.”

Merlin looked into his future and saw she would bring him darkness, betrayal, and eternal suffering.

“Ah,” he sighed.  “We’re married, huh?”