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When Arthur awoke from his slumber two hours later, the doctor was seated on the sofa. He got out of bed, stretching his limbs and finding that he was somewhat relieved. He attracted the doctor's attention with his voice, "You must be done—."

He sat on the bed. "What is the issue?"

The physician adjusted closer to him. "Your Majesty, you are gravely sick from a hereditary disease…"

Arthur, who was scratching his head, halted. “Inherited what? A disease? Why should I inherit that instead of wealth? Does it make sense to you…?”

The physician bowed to him. “I apologize for that, but it is called Huntington’s chorea, it results in the death of the brain cells and is caused by a faulty gene. Either your mother or your father suffered from such a disease too….”

His jaw hanging open as he looked at the doctor. He had never heard of the illness before, and knowing that he had inherited it made it seem much worse. He gulped a little. “Uhmmm, what is the remedy? I can not go around with such si