We dream in prison like fools (2)
Part.
There was a tree on the hill north of Camelot, with the trunk so often that Merlin would not be able to embrace everything. It must have been thriving in the warmer months, but now, despite the sun shining through the leaves of green, it looked sick.
Merlin looked at him shielding his eyes. Just what I was looking a bit 'to save himself from the shadow of sultry day.
The boy just pulled his shirt.
"What happens now?" Churches Merlin, without being really angry. The boy nodded
a pout. "What are we doing here? You promised to show me the sea. "
in seeing, Merlin suddenly felt a wave of love. To the child, for the sun, the hill, for that exact moment. He stroked the hair of the other plane, and was not surprised find the softest silk and filled with cozy warmth.
"You do not like this tree? Look how big. Watch how the leaves. You see? We can sit here and count all the leaves from the oldest to the youngest and tired. There will shadow. "
The child did not seem convinced," I like the sun. "He mumbled, but then let himself be led under the tree.
"Let's make another game." Propose soon as they were placed. "Let's give them fire."
Merlin did not have time to stay surprised that the first leaves have burned like wood chips in the fireplace. He laughed. "It's not a very nice game, poor leaves."
"Fuo-co, co-FUO, FUO-co."
"How are you doing?" The child moved slightly
, recognizing the joke. "I can do everything."
"True." Merlin said. He lay
sigh for the wonderful day, and it was not long before the children climb over him, warm and sleepy, while the corners of continued to burn leaves on leaves.
"It should not do it." I chided Arthur, sitting beside him in the shade of the tree.
"Let him do. Do not you see he's tired? Let it be a little fun. "
" spoil the whole tree. "
The child began to twist up your hair around the toes of Merlin, and Merlin smiled, reassuringly. "What do you care? Can not you see how happy he is? "
" I do not treat it as a small child. And 'dangerous. "
"For you, maybe." Merlin smiled, "Not for me. And I just want to have fun, it's a hot day like this. "
" It could have fun in other ways. "Remarked Arthur. The child slipped away from the body of Merlin, showed him the language and moved behind the tree trunk. They could no longer see him, but came his clear voice singing a lullaby.
"I do not like that there's been so long." Arthur murmured in his ear, while undid his pants, "That child is not healthy. "
" It 's just different. "Merlin said, pushing against him. "He likes the fire."
Arthur stroked his bare back. "Burning things. My father would be very bad if the tree were burned. "
" Your father never would know. "
Merlin licked a vein in the neck of Arthur, making him groan, and moved so that it can encircle with legs spread.
"You know what he said the sword?" Said the child beyond the tree.
Merlin waited until Arthur came into him, hard, and shook his head. The skin of the other slid over his flushed, sweat mixing, forcing it to open up more and more. The heat was everywhere, sweet.
"I do not know if I can tell you." Do you still hum the child.
The groans of Arthur grew heavier.
"Tell me." Merlin said. "What did the sword?"
Arthur arched and pressed against him, within him, Merlin dropped his head back and squeezed.
"In the cold, winter, the guilty will fall in love. You can not help it, Emrys. "
Arthur did not return.
The next day, however, someone walked quickly down the hall, carrying a torch that lit up swaying the stones that Merlin could see from his cell. Merlin was soon on his feet, pressed against the bars, which gave on the corridor, hoping ... knew it was not possible, but hoping
... When it appeared the red cape of Morgana, Merlin was forced to calm the breath.
"Merlin." Whispered Morgan.
was not well. He had the hollow face and eyes were wide open, as if he saw more than he could bear, and was white, so white it seems like a ghost with the torch in his hand. On its face, once so soft, the only remaining curves were soft waves of hair.
"What you have done, Merlin?" He said, and Merlin in his voice he heard a discordant note, more like a hissing sound she heard voices in his head than all the other voices. "What have you done?"
"I'm fine."
"No, not true. You should not be here. "
Merlin looked uncertain without knowing what to say. Morgana softened the look and went to the bars.
"It must all seem very unfair, poor Merlin. Imprisoned for helping Arthur, and charged with treason for having saved his life all those times. "
" You know ... "
Morgan made a careless gesture with his hand, without stopping to fix it" I saw him. In my dreams. I understood many things since ... since you have taken, Merlin. Many things have changed. "
Merlin felt cold. If Morgan had understood what they were really his dreams, then it was in danger. It was enough that he spoke with someone and that someone suspected of ... "Your dreams?"
Morgana smiled. "There is no need to worry. I take my precautions, and those who help me. "
" Gaius "asked Merlin, horrified by the danger they faced both.
Morgana smiled again, but this time seemed less determined. More restless. "No, of course, would like to put in the hands of Uther. No, I ... do you remember that boy, Merlin? That child druid? "
Her eyes shone with excitement and felt Merlin a cold shiver up the spine. He nodded.
"He speaks to me." Morgana whispered, as if revealing a secret particularly pleasing "I always see in my dreams, and tells me of things ... the stories ... stories of long ago. He told me everything about you, Emrys. "
The sound of the old religion into the mouth of Morgana Merlin startled. There was something wrong.
Morgana looked at him and smiled again. Merlin This time we saw something far more sinister in his smile. "He told me what you do. With what you have done all this time. To what you are ... unique, Emrys. Special. "
" That's not my name. "Merlin murmured.
"Do not be silly." Morgana was still smiling, but the excitement in her eyes was slightly flawed. "Merlin is not your name as much as this is not your place."
"I do not want to leave." Merlin said with more force.
"I do not want -" Morgana blinked, confused. "What does it mean? But Mordred said ... "
" Mordred? "
" He said you were just waiting for me. 'S why I came. "
Morgan seemed so confused now, and Merlin was much easier to recognize the girl who had seen every day for over a year. "Morgana ..." He called.
Morgana pointed at him his blue eyes wide open. "I came to help. You can leave. Mordred will be waiting for you, so you can fulfill your destiny. "
"What?" What's happening? Merlin thought frantically, what did he say? "I ... Morgana, is not my destiny. Do not even know who this Mordred! "
" But you know, is the baby. Mordred is the name that the ancient religion has woven for him. "
" What are you saying? Where did you hear - "The idea that the child had free access to the minds of Morgana Merlin hit like a fist. The same child who would be the ruin of Arthur. "Morgana. Listen to me. " He prayed.
Morgan shook his head as if he did not understand what he meant, but he remained silent. Merlin will press against the bars. "Listen to me. My destiny is in no way linked to that of that child, as it is not yours. "
" He told me ... "
" No! Listen, please, do not have to listen to what you say. Do you understand? Please, is not true at all, you're just using it. "
Morgan shook his head again, more firmly this time" Your destiny is to unify the domain of Camelot and restore the Old Religion. Mordred will help you. "
Merlin felt that the panic was fast flowing in his veins. "No!" Almost screamed "No, is the fate of Arthur"
"Arthur?" For a moment it seemed that not even remember who it was Morgana Arthur. Then he seemed infinitely sorry. "Oh, I also would like to. I hoped for from the moment I saw that he was not like his father. Instead you saw, it did not do anything. "
"Arthur is different."
"Arthur is a good guy, but not strong enough. Do not you understand? We need your power, your magic. Arthur is weak. I've seen what happens in Camelot, where Arthur will rise to the throne. "He was like a shiver, and darkened her eyes as if remembering something so terrible to not be able to repeat. "Mordred has shown me the future. If you could see him understand. Arthur is not strong enough, but you are. I came to tell you that you are not alone, at any time you have a horse ready saddled to bring in the woods, where Mordred is waiting for you. It 's so grown up in recent months ... "The enthusiasm
mother in the words of Merlin Morgana shudder even more.
"Morgana ..."
"You may go, is not it? Your magic was not affected by the prison? "
" Morgana! "Merlin saw that he had shouted after having done so. The girl looked at him apprehensively. "Arthur and I ... we ..."
Morgana stared at him a moment, without saying anything, then stepped back, "I wish it could be so. But Arthur is not strong enough to understand and really you should essertene noticed. Did you hear what he said Sword. "
" What ... "
" No matter, you will have time to think. I will always be here, the horse will always be in the stables, and I know that Mordred will be waiting. We all await you, Emrys. "
Merlin barely had time to say" No one should wait, "she had already left, leaving a scent of sandalwood and jasmine in the air, that Merlin knew Gwen distilled for her, and the torch.
"It 's very beautiful." Said the boy was gone as soon as Morgana.
Merlin nodded, leaning wearily against the wall. "It is not right."
"I had not noticed. I had already seen. E 'changed much. I met his father, a good man. Very brave. "
" You were a knight? "
The boy nodded. Merlin was not surprised at all, something in the way of moving the other, in his speak, had already averglielo said.
"What he spoke when he asked the sword? ... A sword that speaks? "
Merlin shook his head" I have not the slightest idea. "He lied. He was so accustomed to lie about things like that, only after doing so realized the futility. Who could tell the other guy, anyway?
"What do you know of a lover guilty?" He asked.
"What?"
"E '... a kind of prophecy. Who comes to mind Camelot? At least I think it's Camelot. "
They stood in silence for a few seconds, looking both to reason, and then he smacked his lips, disappointed. "The only one I can think of is Uther. It must be him. No one has seen a man more in love with his wife, and has been for the death of Igraine who is guilty of many crimes. "
Merlin shuddered. The prophecy
then ... "Do not you think of anyone else?"
The boy shook his head seriously. "You should ask someone else, is quite time I do not know the facts of Camelot. But if this prophecy were to cover the King ... am I right in thinking that does not lead to anything good? "
Merlin swallowed" many reasons. "
The first few nights he had spent in prison for the Merlin had seemed completely silent. Gaius was used to the snoring or heavy breathing of Arthur, to the sounds of the forest when sleeping or heading out of the castle awoke at dawn, the steps of the guards along the wall and the laughter in the distance from the tavern. The first few nights in prison seemed to have been encased in a cocoon of cotton wool, or being the last man left on earth.
Now, however, when left lying with their eyes wide open to the complete darkness could very well hear again many small sounds: the patter of rats along the walls, the wind passing through the stones, and all movements, however small, that the boy was asleep. But the sense of suffocation and loneliness could not move at all.
Arthur had made noise was loud even when muted anger, his mere presence had the ears of Merlin buzz with thoughts and fears and hopes, all very noisy.
Now Arthur had gone really.
The silence of the night without first Arthur bounced on the walls and stirred as something alive inside the skin of Merlin. It was still so angry that he refused even to look at the corridor, but remained tense and desperate until it was night.
The second night the boy tried to speak, as always kindly, but Merlin was not able to respond. In the silence that followed could be heard only the nails of Merlin crawling against the bars. The third
Merlin did not feel well. Perhaps he was sick, could not hold anything in my stomach: the sun was down just leaned against the wall with one hand and threw up everything, then crouched trembling up to the bars so that the boy could stroke his hair. Did not open his mouth.
The fourth night he lay on the ground with his face toward the window. The fever made him sweat trickles hot, although he felt a chill, and was too tired and sore to even think. He coughed trying to do it as quietly as possible, that the boy did not want to worry too much and began to speak. The silence of the absence of Arthur still had a particular sound.
The morning after a night spent listening to the rain beat furiously against the window, wrapped in a shroud as covered in the one he had, he coughed more loud as he could when they came to bring food. He coughed until he hurt his throat and threw the piece of bread she had chewed a little earlier.
The guards exchanged between them a look, then the highest muttered "I'll take another blanket."
Merlin as a response had another coughing fit.
They left carrying away the bowls.
"He knows that you love him?" The boy asked.
That seemed so trivial and obvious, so far away from anything that Merlin could feel at the moment. The blacksmith and his wife loved each other, Gwen e Lancelot, il Re e la Regina Igraine. Non lui e Arthur, mai.
Merlin si rifiutò di rispondere.
“Stai meglio.” Disse il ragazzo quando Merlin si svegliò dalla prima notte senza né tosse né brividi. Non aveva più fatto cenno a quello che aveva detto il giorno prima.
Nelle ultime ore il tempo era peggiorato, Merlin guardò la finestra con apprensione. “Non mi piacciono i temporali.”
“Hai paura?”
“Non… non mi sento a mio agio. Non si sa mai dove colpiscono i fulmini.”
“Ma we are indoors. "
" It's not rational . It 's just a feeling. "
" He knows? "
Merlin does not even attempt to pretend not to understand who the other was referring. "If you know that I do not like? Sure. Before we - he - did not go out hunting when a storm seemed to come close. Not even he loves them very much. "
" Maybe it comes. "
was too dark because Merlin was able to distinguish the expression of the other, yet he was almost certain that the same kidding. He clasped his arms around the body. "No, I do not think."
"You do not know."
The storm began to unspecified one hour of the night. The rain stopped falling but the wind blew for a few minutes as if the walls bend, and then a glow illuminated the cell.
Merlin was not able to close my eyes, but in the light suddenly saw that the other was not sleeping. They stared for a second and Merlin saw the surprise in the eyes of others, which must have seemed very frightened.
The boy said something, but the words were covered by the thunder. O
the temperature had dropped suddenly in the basement or Merlin was about to die, because he felt he did not have so cold in his life, and he felt so weak, dull ache everywhere. The sky was dark and swollen, but that was not what really frightened him.
was the feeling of danger, instability, insecurity. He felt the need to curl up in a protected place to protect them from the sky that threatened to raze everything, but could not do it here and felt exposed. The storm was the enemy who would know more unpredictable and filled him with terror dumb, and only to be discovered.
In an instant, the rain began to fall with violence, to storm the palace and Merlin feverish inside.
On the floor of the cell was forming a puddle of water and Merlin was forced to crawl against the opposite side, away from the guy who tried to distinguish in the dark, attached to the bars.
Another flash enabled him to see that he had stretched out my hand to him. The thunder covered everything he wanted to say, and this time it was closer and more violent. Much closer.
Merlin had never felt so abandoned all his life. Gaius
Where? Why not come to see what happened? They had told him he was ill. He must have known that there was nobody to take care of him, had to know that the fever showed no signs of going down and that it was cold and tired and felt sick everywhere and had done nothing to deserve to stay there all my life. The wind blew stronger and the rain fell with more violence.
And his mother? How could he believe it was gone? Where? He could not do it alone! No one had ever said it would be so difficult, that his life had to go to pay for the mistakes that were not his fault! The back was the
evil, he could not stop shaking and he was tired and just wanted to get someone could say that he felt going to die, that he was afraid and could not remember why he should go ahead.
A flash lit up the cell again and this time he had fallen so close that if Merlin had closed his eyes would certainly be able to feel the smell of burning. Covers his ears before the thunder came after, because there was not much anyone who looked, except for a guy just as he was.
He knew immediately that it was in his head when he heard a voice whisper above the hum of his ears and the rain falling. "Even the sky is coming to free you, Emrys." Said the boy. "Stop being so faithful to those who do not deserve your power. You've offered, and was not accepted. It 's time that you realize who you really are. "
Another thunder accompanied the item.
"The time of Uther is over, and the time of Prince Arthur will never come, it is not written. It will be your time, Emrys, and our magic, ready to reign as twenty years ago. It makes no sense that you oppose. We're waiting. "
The cold subsided caressed the ear as the words of Merlin, while the sound of rain and the hiss of the wind did nothing to cover it, but rather enhances it, inserting pauses.
"We are preparing for your coming. Just one of your sign, the kingdom of Pendragon is now winding down and your imprisonment is the ultimate crime they have done. We are ready. Did not you hear the Sword? The fall in love. "
" One of my sign? "Merlin shouted, closing his eyes with strength to be able to drive out the" I do not want to leave! Enough? Simply as a sign? I - Belong - to - Arthur "The thunder
strongest he had ever felt compelled to press Merlin blindly against the wall of the cell, while the child was still speaking in his head.
"He does not want you. But you, Emrys, I promise. It will be yours forever tied to your bed and the wrist, I'll give creeping, if you want. "
" I do not want, "cried Merlin, his eyes still shut, trying to drown out the storm" I I will not! "
" He can not understand you. Do you consider yourself a monster, a mistake, something to lock up and close, do not ... you ... want ... "His voice trailed off, and then suddenly there was only silence.
Merlin was a few seconds to listen to the rain yet, but she also beat slower, and did not feel like thunder. Slowly, he decided to open his eyes. With a torch
half off, standing in front of the bars, Arthur looked at him.
"I knew you were not at ease." It was the first thing he said, looking hard, but through the weight nervously from foot to foot. Merlin
Before he could realize it, had issued painfully restrained from the air when the rain began, and in doing so a tear heavy right eye had fallen on the upper lip. Immediately tried to wipe it with his sleeve dirty, but touching the wet on his cheek did the rest. In a moment, sobbing uncontrollably, and felt his chest threatening to break under the weight of relief, immense, anger, sadness and abandonment that he hoped not to have to hear anymore.
"Where were you?" She screamed and cried so hard that they can no longer hear the rain "Where have you been up to now? "
The cry seemed to take Arthur by surprise. He blinked and frowned uncertain but not stepped back.
How could you? Merlin would have liked to ask, but could not speak, could only cry desperately strong, upset sobs, unable to breathe, for him, Arthur, for them, as it could have been.
remained like that, Merlin cried angrily all the tears that had Arthur and beyond the cell to look for an infinite time, while outside the storm showed no signs of ending. Then Arthur sat down slowly on the ground and let the torch fall off on the wet floor.
"You were wrong." He said, when her sobs became Merlin just jerks.
Merlin swallowed, tried to say something, then shook his head because his throat was scratched as full of sand. He nodded.
"You've got a fever. And cough. "
Merlin still said nothing, simply pull the nose up slightly.
"I'll send you another blanket."
The darkness hid her face again and the expression of Arthur, Merlin preventing once again to pretend that things were different. The presence of Arthur, seen in the dark, it was completely different from the quiet breathing of the boy beyond the bars. It was stronger and more alive and vibrant for the inconvenience, and things missing.
"Gaius is well, has not yet taken another apprentice."
Merlin would have given anything to be able to see his face. He did not answer, it had nothing to say. He sought only to ensure that neither the anger inside of him for what the other had done or relief to hear him again take over.
"Since you - since - since you're gone appear aged. Maybe I'm just advancing years. Perhaps because the job is too can do it all alone. Should I insist on taking another apprentice. "
" Go. "Merlin said quietly.
Even in the darkness and silence Merlin could hear the surprise in Arthur, anger, and then the effort because this would disappear. "What," asked Arthur, educated.
"Go." Merlin sighed again, and did not say anything until the other had gone really, with heavy footsteps that sounded the halls of stone.
Arthur returned a week later. The guards had done to bring blankets and a dirty wool coat for both Merlin and I was really grateful, because the cold is not even mentioned to give him a bit 'of truce, and he knew that he would soon have to learn some magic spell to keep warm.
The boy was coughing a bit 'more often than usual, but some days when the sun rose on a cold but blue sky, seemed almost cheerful. "She," he once said, "His eyes are of that color."
Merlin was not able to find the courage to ask him had happened. Like a sword of Damocles over their heads, the fate of the girl with blue eyes and the contempt which had been in the eye of Arthur and Merlin still feared to review were never appointed.
But Arthur came one evening in December, windswept, with only a torch and put it away, but that brought Merlin to see his expression fixed and almost decided.
"It 's your birthday." He said.
Merlin was briefly banned "No."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Yes it is."
"No, is not true. "
" I remember very well that last year this time, did you ask permission of an afternoon to celebrate - "
" Gwen's birthday. "
" Oh. "Arthur seemed offended, almost sorry, by mistake. Merlin could not understand why. Compared to the results that had taken their relationship, not to remember his birthday was really an oversight negligible.
The thought of that day a year ago, when he and Gwen had gone on a tour of the market, he obviously wrong.
"I I was born in June. "
" I'll remember. "
It made no sense either that Arthur said this. As far as I knew, as he was interested, as he had done, Merlin could have died there in June.
"... Gwen is a sweet girl."
Merlin tried to decipher in the eyes of Arthur something like madness or sarcasm. Found none, so he nodded slightly, despite all the talk now was putting uncomfortable "It is."
He seemed to play a game which he did not know the rules, and when Arthur said, as if speaking over a cup of cider "It seems very distracted lately. She and Morgan seem to have offices, even if the thought ... it's amazing, is not it? Yet it is. "Merlin could not help feel cheated, as if the other knew of the physical need to hear him speak and he is playing with him.
"I'm tired." He said then, and waited for Arthur to go away taking away the torch.
When they were alone again, the boy coughed slightly.
"It must feel very lonely." He said with a trace of real compassion in his voice, more than Merlin could accept "With no one to talk to."
"I do not care." Answered Merlin .
"It 's got a letter from your mother for Gaius." Arthur said the next day, regardless of the breath that had been severed in the chest of Merlin.
His mother.
"He's fine. It 's a bit worried about you, but Gaius told you that you're seeing on a visit to the northern lands, and now seems to have calmed down enough. All right for you? "
Merlin had no intention of responding to a question so cruel, so e-education and coldness. Not Arthur. He tried to remove the image of his mother, treasuring them for when he was alone, and there was strength not to scream.
Arthur looked at him for a few seconds, how about adding something on the subject, then swallowed noisily and sat back down on the cold floor of the cell.
"Things with the other riders do not go well." Attacked. Seemed to be talking to himself, but every so did the pause as if expecting that Merlin intervene, and when the other did not fall instead spoke more forcefully. "They say the storm is in the air in the air, everybody says, the village do not talk about anything else. My father has called Geoffrey, but it seems that the study of the sky has not produced results and that we should not wait more than a little 'wind. Yet people fail to convince. "
" Probably, "said Merlin," Do not speak of the time. "
It was not clear who was more surprised with the two, if he had spoken to Merlin and Arthur as the other had really responded. The prince smiled, Merlin did not think that even to reciprocate, and then nodded thoughtfully. "If only I knew what it means really." He murmured. Merlin
But that day had no other advice to give.
"Morgana is going crazy."
was a week and a half that went on those meetings absurd. Arthur arrived, always a little 'less tense than last time but still a bit' tired, sat down and began to speak.
Merlin had to fight the urge to scream, cry, tell him to never return, and to plead against that, to smile, pretend it never happened. Within him his magic vibrated and he crouched at the foot of Arthur every time it reached the other.
At night the nightmares of Merlin dropped and the baby he just hushed whispers and caresses.
"I do not know how to describe it. He is not sleeping, has these huge purple circles, his face so pale. Gwen is also beside himself with worry. Nobody says it, but we're all afraid that sooner or later do something silly. My father ... he really loves her, and I know that will do anything to help her, but she ... I do not pretend it exists, and does not intend to speak more with either Gwen or with Gaius, but my father is still something different. Hates it. I'm not exaggerating, I hate it. Some mornings ... it seems that most do not even bear the sight. I tried to understand why, but I ... "
Arthur looked away for a moment your eyes off the cloak of Merlin (which had kept him focused all the time) to meet his eyes for a moment. Then the ridistolse now "... I do not know what we've done so severe. "
The story of Merlin, imprisoned for life without trial for no fault of his, was among them as clear as if it were written in letters of fire, but neither said anything.
"It 's crazy, and none of us say it but I know we're all afraid."
"I do not believe that Morgan is nothing left to do." Merlin whispered, and shivered both.
The child smiled sweetly in her head.
"I do not trust Morgana."
Arthur Merlin looked into his eyes, as a challenge to say something, but Merlin said neither did anything.
Sometimes the desire to make her pay was too much, more than he could bear. Sometimes it was the only thing I could think of, until the anger turns into despair with a mournful prayer, a continual 'Why, why me, how could you, after all that you said' not leave him in peace.
Arthur had endured in those last few weeks without a comment silences and monosyllables, without changing tone or expression, and above all keep coming back.
"The missed you." He once told the boy.
Merlin had heard up the bile throat, pain.
There were other times when Merlin had a difficult night, or maybe you just felt sadder and more alone, and then the very presence of Arthur was a balm, his words stroked his head and all that had to do was listen.
And then, ultimately increasing frequency, there were times like this, in which he tried to be helpful in spite of everything, because he was Arthur, Merlin, and he, and the story went like this.
"Nobody trusts Morgan. Gawain has asked that she be given an armed guard as an escort, outside the its rooms. My father thinks it is concerned that she might commit suicide. That 's what worries me. In fact, all believe that sooner or later kill him. "
" And you? "
Arthur seemed really growing tired. He put his head in his hands in a gesture of weakness that Merlin had not seen for a long time. "I want to help her, Merlin. I would like to go, you do not have more to look into the eyes. "
" Do not you think he will go soon? "
was the idea that Merlin was made of the whole situation. Morgana sure, sooner or later, would travel to reach its Mordred.
"Never too early." Arthur said, his back helpless.
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