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Part Four.



First, Morgan appeared from behind the hill, alone.
Merlin could distinctly hear the breath-hold of all the men who were next, with a total hatred and hurt against the traitor who had sold them all.
Morgan riding without a helmet, her hair in the wind that whipped the back, which sent a strange shimmer sword in his right hand. The sun shone from the front, making them shine decorated thin coat of mail that covered his chest. The men jumped, and Merlin with them: Morgana painted on his chest bore the crown of Camelot and the two intertwined dragons of Pendragon.
The soldiers looked at each other, uncertain.
"Hold your seats!" Arthur shouted to his men, and came the echo of the orders of the King "Wait for the signal! Let nobody move! "
Morgana continued to ride until the middle of the slope, then stopped for no apparent reason.
Silence spans such as smoke, and Merlin himself was discovered to hold their breath, waiting for the girl moved.
But she remained motionless. He arrived, however, his voice, amplified a hundred times and enchanted so that came as a whisper in the ear of everyone present.
"Surrender." He said, soft and sweet as honey "There'll be okay. We do not want to hurt you, we want to help. Let us enter. Come with us and live a prosperous Camelot ever seen. It will not be destroyed, nothing will happen to your homes or your loved ones. "
Merlin looked at Arthur, alarmed and uncertain about what to do, whether to intervene, and managed to catch her eye from the slit of the helmet . Arthur waved him not to move.
"Or else," He continued to murmur the voice of Morgana "will suffer. You will suffer much. You can do nothing against us, do you have explained? We all like dry wood to burn or drown like kittens in a sack. We can go over your dead bodies, "Merlin knew that neither Arthur Uther nor could they not react much longer, but he also knew that ordering an attack would have done exactly the play of Morgan "and poison the blood of your veins. Consegnateci and Camelot Uther Pendragon. "
Merlin saw the hands of Arthur on his sword and bolt on the harness and it was decided to intervene. He closed his eyes and whispered a few words to the wind, but before he could finish the voice of Morgana spoke again and this time gave him a shiver down my spine.
"Merlin, I know you're here." He said. "You've got no hope of winning, I hope you know. Kill him before your eyes, you see, "The voice seemed genuinely sorry. Merlin could not not look wide-eyed and surprised to Arthur, staring at him, feeling grow inside the fury and fear. "It will do so in pieces at your feet. This would save, you have said, but you would not listen and have sentenced to death. When his father fall, his death will be gift Mordred for you. "
The horror took hold in Merlin and choked, and the blood quickened its run and blinded their sight. He saw the eyes of Arthur, still on him dark as they must have made her, and loved him, loved him more than he could bear.
not lose you. The promised silently. Just let me do it.
" Uhyer Wende Ovall moranye" whispered, and threw up his arms to draw your magic pushed her out of his body from his chest, felt it build up and weigh them on his fingers on his hands until , was not ready, until it was full and then let it come out all at once.
Fast as the wind, a stream of water slipped slid down from its index and dry grass, sliding forward between the legs of unsuspecting soldiers like a snake in the lake, quickly and quietly, he climbed the hill and there began to grow, to spread.
When he saw the horse try to kick and whinny Morgana, Merlin smiled.
Morgan could not immediately understand what happened to the horse, because he continued to speak of death and destruction for even a moment. But then the horse bucks, and Merlin saw her head down, as puzzled to discover that his horse had its legs sunk in the mud. The voice remained silent while she waved her arms and shook his head, busy trying to get out of the mire.
It was not a trick, but Arthur looked at him with a sparkle in their eyes, and Merlin made his only genuine smile on the battlefield.
Suddenly, the horse made a step forward and Morgan was able to rest the feet on land again.
Someone had destroyed the spell of Merlin.
Although it was no surprise to Merlin, appear from behind the hill to see a child on horseback, however, was a blow to most of the soldiers of Camelot.

Mordred was a figure to be too sharp so far, Merlin then immediately realized that the air around him was full of magic. The wind kept away from him as if you opened up in its wake, swung closer to the treetops in different directions, as if he was fired.
He kept his back straight and sat stiffly in a huge white horse Merlin recalled that Arthur had killed the unicorn, managing to seem so small and so dangerous. Behind him appeared the army of druids. The name
army was not really appropriate, given that there were no positions that are not defined and could have been found two weapons alike. It was a crowd placed on a few rows, but that covered the entire extent of the hill, and here and there stood out some bandits, some farmer, and the entire population of the woods that Uther had never managed to drag his side.
"Ready to sign," cried Arthur, breaking the perfect silence that had been the backdrop to the arrival of enemies.
The cry echoed through the troops of Camelot, repeated ten times. Merlin could feel the fear of the men beside him, the terror of pure magic that Uther had helped create. More than one soldier closed his eyes, as if trying to remember why was there, or perhaps already giving his farewell to the things that still would not be able to see again. The army on the hill
scalp, stopping just behind Morgan and the child.
"Hold your seats!" Uther screamed in the distance.
"Nobody move!" Repeated Arthur his men.
"Emrys ..." He called the child inside the head of Merlin. Merlin knew that this moment would come.
"Mordred." He said in his head resolutely. It was the first time he called the child with his name, and the first that recognized him for what he really was: an alternative to the old religion was opposed to Arthur Pendragon, nothing to do with the frightened child and only remember that Merlin.
"We're letting die."
"I'm trying to protect them."
The child laughed (laughed so nice! Tinkling and fresh as spring water). "Thou shalt not really going to try to save them all? Why can not you do it, you know it. Just turned your head you'll find the body of your loved Pendragon on the highest rampart. "
Merlin did not reply. The fear was palpable around him, now that the wait was prolonged. Arthur stared at the enemy plane and stroked the neck of his horse.
"You can not even protect them both, you know? We will never succeed. You can not help it, Emrys, Uther is already ours. "
For a moment the only sound was the wind, then" Afraid? "The child whispered in her ear.
"Now," cried the king, and the two armies moved as one man in the most unbridled gallop.

Merlin had followed Arthur, only Arthur, holding the gaze on signs that he had on his back, and he found himself in the midst of battle. The first impulse was that he had to plug his ears. The noise was deafening, painful, iron on iron and iron on flesh and screams and screams and dust everywhere, which entered the mouth and eyes, and the earth trembled beneath him.
He lowered his eyes watery and a while a man had died before him, his mouth open in a last cry that Merlin had felt inside.
had returned to look at Arthur.
fight without the grace that Merlin had seen him show off any other time, even Ealdor, but with an almost animal rage, killed and mowed down from his mare, as if they were men to land managers all her pain, and against other men jostled like crazy again and went forward and urged the horse past the tide of people moving. Merlin followed him into the passage that was being created, deflecting arrows and swords as much as possible with dry hand gestures, trying to hold off the vomiting that continues to rise in his throat.
She looked up and saw that Arthur was directed straight against Morgan.
Morgan remained slightly aloof from the battle, firm, and had already abandoned the sword. Hands outstretched and eyes shining with the effort, the army was looting of Camelot turning horses and people looking for something. Uther.
When Merlin saw the shooting down his hands and smiling, he turned around frantically looking for the point that he was staring.
Uther was still behind him and Arthur, and led half of the horse cavalry against the more massive of the people of the woods. Next to him, he discovered Merlin, Tristan's watching your back, as he had promised to do and how he would do, Merlin was safe, until death or victory. He had lost his helmet, and now stood out even after the resolute grimace on his face, while his mouth was still murmuring broken words like a prayer (Merlin knew what he was whispering, who was thinking, because even in his head sounded just swords and ArthurArthur ArhurArthurArthurArthur ARTHUR).
Meanwhile Arthur was already advanced, and Merlin had to encourage the horse to go faster, ignoring dead and dust, not to lose it. The sweet smell of blood was everywhere.
A man fell on him, and he pushed him away with a kick, left him to the ground like an empty sack, and Gods, was the most horrible thing he had ever done, but all I could think of was the evil that now was the knee where the shell had struck the other.
"Arthur," he cried, but the name is now lost in the din, and Arthur went straight to his own way, breaking and killing everyone he met, to Morgan, the blind eyes fixed on her face.
The wind whipped his face, but Merlin did not hear him. Morgana was looking at him.
He saw her smile again and open the red mouth in a scream, but if the cry was articulate words, he had not understood. Caressed by the wind and sun, while around her property died, Morgan was no longer her.
was Nimue, and Mordred, and the Druid in the forest, and the Dragon, the Old Religion was inside her, completely. Morgana was his as Merlin was Arthur, and was beautiful to see.
Magic was great, the immense power of Morgana on his black horse.
"Morgana," cried Arthur later, Merlin, and that he felt, it felt inside her, in the blood, because he had in all the scorn and love betrayed that Morgan had never deserved . "Morgana!"
But Morgan only had eyes for Merlin, and was still smiling while the world around her died in battle, and Merlin soon understood why he was able to avert his eyes from her. Just in time to see that Arthur had left too, and that the child was within walking distance.
He rushed forward immediately.
Too late, she knew him and knew Arthur, who had time only to notice Mordred and his right hand outstretched against him and to say a last look behind, to Merlin, before being knocked off his horse by a force invisible.
Arthur! He screamed every part of Merlin.
Instead of falling to the ground, Arthur stopped in mid-air, arms and legs abandoned, as if it were left hanging for the armature to the sky, his head pouring back. The boy laughed.
The helmet fell, and the sound covered in Merlin anything else.
"Arthur," Merlin
thought that it was he screaming, until he saw the horse galloping Uther get at them.
Arthur opened his eyes, he was just there, hung.
Without thinking of anything else that was not Arthur, retiring in that dark place in his mind where his magic did not need words, and he just had to act, called Merlin saved him all the strength for that moment, all hope for see Arthur get out alive, and its magic grew.
grew up and became huge, and Merlin made it sticky, dense, so dense that he allow evil he would step out, it was like pulling flaps of skin, but Arthur, Arthur was worth it all.
He threw his head back and screamed, while his forces were pushed all out for the pain and fury, and raised his hands toward Arthur. His magic is launched into the air and found Arthur and soon joined him, including these, carefully and gently into a golden envelope, making the hair shine and armor.
He took up the holes he had left the spell of the child, nurturing, and soothing every pain, and when he learned that Merlin was enough, that Arthur would have lived, felt the magic slipped down to earth as a honey pot, spread the felt on the battlefield to reach every enemy of Merlin. Locking it. As if it were made of his blood felt torn in the removal, in so far as to every man who was against him, covering him and stopping him. Merlin
When he opened his eyes, he saw immobility. The knights of Camelot, and people looked around, amazed, in a battle in which their only fight. The others had all fallen to the ground, unconscious or lifeless. Merlin smiled. Then he fell from his horse, exhausted.
managed to not be too bad (his magic still covered the ground), and his eyes clouded for a moment.
"Arthur!" Uther was screaming, again, did not know that Arthur was well, we had thought Merlin, Merlin would have thought that forever. "What have you done!"
"What have I done?" It was the voice of the child. Merlin tried to get back on their knees. His body was out of trouble, not cooperating, every muscle screaming when forced to move. "I do not want to kill him. I do not care if he lives or dies, provided we go from a land that is not his. "
With a great effort, propped beside his horse, Merlin managed to get back on their feet. Even
Uther had fallen from his horse, and now still holding the lifeless body of Arthur in his arms, chest stringendoselo. The boy above him, something hysterical in her eyes and voice.
"But you," He continued, "You must die. You pay for what you did. "
Merlin tried to himself every other drop of magic, his eyes fixed on the child. They were empty words, he felt, because Mordred in the end he lost and he knew it, and his eyes were desperate and angry. But if the other had moved, had he whispered a formula, Merlin would have noticed and would intervene.
was so focused on the child, who did not notice until it was too late Morgana. The magic of Merlin with her was not served, failed to trap it.
"Anan cheyfe deathleys"
Merlin blinked, blinded by the green flash that had pierced the air, and when he opened them Uther was still standing.
On the dark ground, his back, between Morgan and his king, Tristan did not breathe.

Morgana was stopped immediately by the Knights of Camelot and brought to his knees Uther before.
Merlin was launched toward the body of Tristan, he was thrown to the ground closely and had his arms, he had touched and hugged and caressed as he had never been able to do when a wall of bars between them, but it was not served nothing. Tristan had not had a chance, Morgan struck to kill, and even if its magic was not strong half that of Merlin, was successful.
Mordred fled immediately, taking advantage of the general distraction, and now already he rode toward the forest. Uther had not even ordered to pursue him, perhaps even he realized his flight.
Merlin could take it back, probably, but no longer had the strength to do anything, and at the end (how could he admit it? were so many deaths, would have died for something he had to pay!) basically just wanted everything to end. Morgana
but now he was there, kneeling and won, in the eyes the same expression of despair and defeat a deer shot with an arrow unexpected.
Uther looked at her.
Merlin, and all the knights with him, looked away. There was nothing to say, nothing to see, the pain that the king could try. There was nothing to do for the love you anyway, and hidden underground, continued to exist between a father and a daughter.
"Go." Uther said, and she stood up with as much dignity left, taken at random for a horse's bridle, and climbed into the saddle without a word. "Remember you owe me my life." He added Uther, hard and desperate, and she rode away.
Merli would not ever again, even after years and years, even after other wars, other betrayals, other lives, forgotten the vision of Morgan who rode from his home, blacks hair soiled with blood and dust still falling softly on his shoulders, and Uther, who looked lost for ever and leave large Part of its strength.

When it was sunset, Merlin and Arthur found themselves on what had been the battlefield.
Arthur was awakened shortly after the escape of Morgana, and had been kidnapped by Gwen and her kind attention.
When the whole building shaking had subsided slightly, Merlin went to retrieve the prince, and if I had brought up the now deserted clearing.
The smell of blood was still everywhere.
"I'm sorry he's dead." Arthur said, breaking the silence.
Merlin nodded. Tristan's death was engraved inside, but now he had thought and felt, and knew what to do about it. It was no longer the boy who cries in front of a pyre, feeling useless and abandoned. He had learned that the pain could serve, which often did, and could not stop the pain to exist but could be prevented by helpless.
And then, Camelot had become too alien for that year.
"I'm going away." He announced.
If he had expected surprise, he was disappointed. Arthur nodded, and he simply slipped his hand in his. "Back."
"Yes"
"Alright then." Merlin smiled
to himself. He would not like the air, but once again he would have loved even more, and would finally was able to guide them in the way that fate had marked out for him. "Where is she?" Churches, after a few minutes of comforting silence.
Arthur shook his hand stronger. "A North. In a small town, ten days hence, in a castle. I'll give you a letter to be delivered to his father. "
" Thanks. "
They looked, and Merlin could not resist and kissed him soon. "Promise me," she whispered on his lips, "That'll never leave me behind. That whatever happens, when you allow me to protect King forever. "
" I promise. "
Merlin would leave the same evening, he had saddled his horse and prepared everything you need to go to North, find the village and the castle, to give the letter to the boss and being able to speak with her daughter. And tell her that his love, his only great love, had died a hero, and would be remembered as a hero to Camelot.
"Can you tell me something?"
Arthur nodded.
"How his name? "
this time Arthur was to print a light kiss, before opening up into a huge smile. "It 's really a beautiful name. It's called Isolde. "
" Isolde. "Merlin murmured.
With a little 'luck, just a little', he could take her to Camelot, and some more ', would be all right.

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We dream in prison like fools (3)

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One evening in late December the steps along the corridor because they were too light to Arthur.
Merlin knew, before yet she appeared, that Morgan was coming to give his farewell. She felt exhausted just the idea.
"Courage." Whispered the boy.
Merlin was ready to see it changed to the point of not recognizing it anymore. Arthur told of dark circles under eyes, a face drawn in a shapeless mass of hair. What he found himself in front of Merlin, however, was a Morgan to its former glory, or even more, as Merlin had not ever seen.
He wore no coat, despite the cold, and the red dress slipping on the fullness of chest and arm as if it had been sewn on. The skin did not seem to have felt the winter, but rather shining, clear sound, enhanced by dark curls, fluffy and filled with an inner fire. The magic shone around.
Merlin took a step back, disgusted. He felt his magic in every part of the room, languid, sticky, like an overripe fruit.
"Morgan."
Morgana looked at him, just raising a hand as if trying to touch him. Merlin saw around him sweating despite the air was cold.
"Emrys." There was no trace of the girl scared the first time. "I missed you."
"You are about to leave."
"We, Emrys. Mordred said, "He paused, savoring the child's name as" How the times have finally arrived. "
" I've already answered - "
" Forget "she interrupted softly" What did the sword. What did the dragon. How can you still persist in defending those who are already dead? "
Merlin felt the cold of his bones collide with the heat of the magic of unhealthy Morgana" The prophecy did not name. "
"Oh, Emrys, as if you had not really understood. Uther is marked, and you can not in any case do nothing to help. In conscience, "he added, but his eyes were fixed as if he were reciting his words" I really can not understand why the death of Uther frighten you so much. You did not repeat that those who go to your loyalty, and I thought it was Arthur. "
Merlin leaned against the wall, trying to put more space as possible between him and the smell of Morgana to think clearly. In fact, his whole life had one purpose, and it was to see Arthur rule over a united and powerful Camelot. But imagine if Arthur seated on the throne, could not think of the angry young man who had locked up in there, or the obedient child in the hands of his father, nor the man who defeated his head lowered in recent days because ; not you could see his eyes.
He would do anything for Arthur, and the first was allowed to grow.
"I could never betray Camelot." I said softly.
Morgana smiled again, and sharp white teeth, her lips moist. "Do not lie, Emrys. Camelot owes you nothing and you do not have anything to her. Camelot is not that you between your legs to push all this time. Join us and you'll find it waiting for you every night, every night. "
the intentional obscenities from the mouth of Morgana Merlin provoked a surge tired.
There was nothing to say, nothing to do. The way he knew was disappearing, and there would be to fight for a new world rise again.
"Go." He whispered as he had done the first time with Arthur. "Did you know that by coming here you would not get anything anyway. Go away. "
Morgana just laughed and walked away. Merlin had begun to relax when came his last words as arrows.
"Have you ever thought," He said, "That might not be in love with Uther the culprit? Your Arthur has you close enough, and is guilty of more than a sin against you. But do not worry, there is nothing you can do the same. "
When Merlin was gone, emptied out his hand and found the boy tight. There was no need for words to the anguish that was eating him inside.

"You are very brave, Merlin."
Merlin gave a half smile. Not tried much because it was twilight and he was not sure that the other might see him.
"It's not him. It is he who will die. "
" I know. "Merlin said, but his voice trembled slightly.
"There's nothing going to happen and you know why? Why did you. Despite all the pain you caused, you have, and this is his greatest fortune. You are very brave and very loyal. "

dreams of Merlin were, predictably, agitated and confused. The face of Morgana is broken down and reassembled in his mind as he touched a Arthur property, passing up his hands on his chest, stroking her hair, open her mouth with a finger.
were under the same tree that he had dreamed about a month before, but this time the leaves Mordred had so much fun to go all fires were destroyed, and she lay on the grass whispered to Arthur as he had done, her eyes on Merlin as he bent to kiss his temple. The expression was Merlin had forgotten. It was sweet and a bit 'sad, the same that would have pushed Gwen to take bunches of flowers.
Merlin awoke sweating, skin burned, Arthur and found attached to the bars, his face shattered and distorted by the flames of the torch.
"She's gone."
"I know." Merlin murmured, blinking to try to focus despite the blurring of sleep.
Arthur made a half-laugh that sounded like a bark. Merlin saw that he had tightened his fist on the bar of iron.
"Not much has moved away, eh. It failed to pass even the woods. Camelot to be missing too much. "
" They shot? " Merlin asked, dismayed. He did not believe that Morgan could be so reckless. Morgan did not last, at least. "They brought back?"
"Oh, no." Arthur laughed. "No. He is reporting back on its own. She and an army of people in the woods. "
Merlin did not understand right away. He was not easy to conceive how anyone could like Morgan could, really waging war against Camelot. When she understood, and looked at Arthur, his heart was gripped in a vise of pain and suffering for what Arthur was at that moment betrayed again, lost, infinitely alone.
"They magic. They found shelter behind the hills, but will not last long. And she commands them. God, she commands them. "
The furious despair in his face did fall back a little Merlin 'on himself.
"My father ... my father wants to attack them. I think I can. But it is not possible, is not it? Do not we'll never. If not with a single gesture can burn us alive. "
was the first recognition of the existence of the magic that Arthur did, and she had come so quiet and desperate for a second Merlin felt guilty for being the bearer of a thing so dangerous Arthur, against which people like him would never even had a chance.
was true, Merlin with a single gesture could burn him alive.
"They can ignite our arrows and send them back."
's eyes were those of Arthur Merlin almost by chance, in the dark, and both stopped to look, breathing slowly. Merlin saw the request before the other spoke, and the magic inside of him took off, huge, surrounding it and spreading like a wave around.
A spontaneous smile, proud, moves the corners of the mouth. Arthur had come to ask for his help, to recognize his power for what it was.
Merlin stood up, going towards him, forcing his body against the desire to run, to jump forward against the bars, to him. He felt free for the first time since he was there for the first time ever. Available as light and full of pride.
"I want," said Arthur, electric hair moved by an invisible wind, a hundred times deeper voice, the magic of Merlin, which made him shine in the dark "I want you to keep your promise. I want what you said was mine. "
The magic of Merlin halted immediately, quiet, and Merlin himself holding his breath.
"I want it." Said Arthur, in his words and saw Uther and Merlin all his arrogance.
Magic retired, surprise, then rushed on with the fury of Arthur, Merlin, and where he had pushed caressed, where he was shining it became dark, powerful and evil. Merlin's anger for the contempt that Arthur once again could not hold back, for its claim to possess it poured over the other, forcing him to retreat and to take up arms to protect themselves from the wave that he himself had caused.
"Merlin," cried Arthur, Merlin, but it hardly felt, while the wind whistled in the ears and the power running through my veins, and Arthur would pay, he would learn, would suffer ...
"Merlin!" He called another voice.
Merlin raised his hand, and in the darkness of the cell formed a vortex, with all the magic that had been forced to hide and hold back all those years that was freed, she takes it, Arthur was now pressed against the back wall , shaken by the wind, and kept shouting something that Merlin could not hear.
How dare, as he had the courage to claim that Merlin had offered! It was his, and he had given and had been rejected, and now he needed wanted to order it?
"Merlin, enough! Stop! "
It was not his servant. It was di Non. His Il.. Servo!
"MERLIN! The're doing it wrong! "
Panting furiously, Merlin could only just see Arthur.
He was afraid, and Merlin saw, as if time slows down for him to see what he did, a drop of blood fall from the upper lip of ruby (it was bitten? It was the wind? It was Merlin?) On the jacket.
His breath painfully tightening in the chest and suffered all his power was called back, reabsorbed, calmed down until the cell did not feel even a breeze.
"God, thank you." He heard the guy muttering in the next cell over the increasingly dim roar of his blood. Her face pale and distorted
Arthur was the last thing he saw. The blood on his lips, and then everything was black.

The floor beneath him was the stone that was used to, but his head was throbbing like it was not long ago.
"- for four years and seven months." He was saying a voice similar to that of the boy but more distant. "After a while you get used to."
"I do not see As. "answered the voice of Arthur, because Arthur was! He was not dead! He feared that he was really dead? He had been afraid that ... She had hurt her, she remembered with a start choking Merlin. He had scared. "It must be terrible."
"You should not tell me, your Highness."
Even with eyes closed Merlin realized that now the other two were watching.
"E 'wake up." He said the boy.
Merlin shook his head as if to say no, that was not true, the last thing I wanted was to be awake, but in doing so he realized that his eyes were already open.
"You wake up." He repeated Arthur, when he was able to distinguish near his cell. Only that there was a cell. He was leaning against a wall, but there were no bars, and Arthur was beside him, crouched, and he could reach out and touch it .... When her hand closed on the forearm of Arthur, remembered him as alive and warm, close as she had dreamed, the air went out of the lungs as if holding its breath for months.
"I thought I was dead." Arthur said seriously, his eyes digs a hole in it. "I had to pull out."
was out.
"You fell like you've been cut legs. Your magic ... This is really dangerous. "
" Did he - "She tried to talk with Merlin hoarse voice. He swallowed. "Did it hurt." He was afraid even to say, and saw star gazing to find hidden wounds as Arthur, and now his hand had closed on her wrist, pulling it closer.
He stopped immediately, breathless.
"Shh." Muttered Arthur floor. "It was nothing." It was he gently shook her hand. Merlin
closed his eyes. He felt exhausted and confused, and it was with great joy that he heard the boy start to talk.
"I know that Merlin will give you all the power you might need. I saw little of what he can do, "she hesitated as an afterthought, it was clear in his voice a deep affection" Almost nothing. But I know that would make a difference in the war. The problem, if you allow me, Your Highness, is to ask. I do not think that the magic of Merlin has particular qualms to be a weapon for your arm, but ye have not accepted when it was offered. "
" I did not need. "Arthur replied dryly, but he seemed more tired, irritated and still had the hand of Merlin in his close.
"Forgive me, but you have despised and rejected, and now I demand it. Not the best way to keep an ally. "
" And you may know, knight, who are you to give such sage advice? "In addition to the mockery in his voice was clear a certain amount of curiosity . Merlin
ventured to open his eyes, and saw at once to what the boy was torn between obedience due to Arthur and his vote.
"He promised not to tell." Spoke up then.
Arthur looked back at him in surprise, then with even more curiosity turned back to the other. "You promised not to tell your name?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Nodded the boy. He went to the bars as to ensure that the best he saw Arthur's face. "But I also promised not to betray the trust of those who commands me. Therefore, if you want ... "
Arthur nodded. Merlin shook his hand as if to encourage him to not ask anything, but it served little.
"You are a knight."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"And you're guilty of treason. But you're not a knight of Camelot, or I would remember you ... You are the goods? North O? No, do not look like the North at all. Of land in the West, perhaps? "
" the reign of King Mark. "Quietly replied the boy.
certainly said nothing to the name Merlin, Arthur, but he stopped, thought, then stiffened and began to nod. "Oh, sure." He murmured. "Now I remember."
Knight seemed to have already put in account, because he shrugged with infinite sadness and seemed to force himself not to retreat, even if the whole body screamed him.
"You are a long way from home, Sir Tristram."
Again, the name does not say anything to Merlin. But Arthur had to know a lot more of him because he looked the other to look for some sign of recognition, and bent mouth suddenly felt as if an infinite penalty.
The boy took a few deep breath and grabbed the bars as if he trusted his leg. "I did not hear my name a long time."
Arthur nodded. "I remember you. Very good. My father still is not happy to have agreed to punish anyone on behalf of another King ... I remember that you have arrived in shackles, is not it? Escorted by two guards. You are very different. "
Tristan gave a half smile," hardly any physical benefit to a prison. "Arthur frowned
eyebrows, remembering. "Prison for life, is not it? And shame on your name. And she, but she - "
" Please, your Highness. "Tristan stopped him softly" I do not want you to know where you are. I do not know if I could resist. "
all three were silent, each absorbed in his thoughts.
Merlin was almost overwhelmed by his last hours, and felt estranged from outside the cell to see as much as to feel the hand of Arthur in his hot. It did not seem even his life, but a story that had suddenly changed the main characters: Arthur was beside him, no more than iron bars, and held him by the hand, the guy in the cell next door had a name and a degree, no longer belonged to him alone but the world was real.
"Merlin." He called Tristan, making him collect his thoughts "You should rest a bit '."
Merlin turned to Arthur as if waiting for his permission, and he shook his hand in return for more strong. "I can go." He said without intonation of voice.
"No." Tristan intervened before Merlin could open his mouth, "Please stay. Should I still ask you something, if I may be permitted. "
Arthur not even a second thought. Merlin knew that the story of the boy had hit him and so his ways. If someone was willing to appreciate a sincere loyalty, that was Arthur. At the bottom was all he had also always wanted to be Merlin. "What do you want?"
Tristan took a deep breath, "Fighting. As my only wish, Your Highness, I would fight for Camelot, and then I can go back to prison until they die. "
" Camelot is not your homeland. "Said Arthur, puzzled.
"But Camelot is that is giving me my only chance for redemption. I wish I could fight at your side, the side of your father, so that when you talk about me you have something else to say. It 'the only time that my name is forever linked only to treason. And she ... "The voice broke, which had remained strong in spite of excitement vibrating throughout the speech," She could say that I - "
" I understand. "He hurried to interrupt Arthur. "And of course I accept." Almost furtively for a moment his eyes met those of Merlin, looking like reassurance.
Merlin was almost sure I had a thoroughly white, despite the relief that Arthur had accepted the request without requiring Tristan to speak again.
just heard the answer, in fact, Tristan remained silent and shrugged, straightening his back completely for the first time since Merlin knew him. He means that you could read the relief in his eyes: a pure relief and gratitude so total that if Merlin had not been forced to fight with Arthur, would have been more comfortable knowing there Tristan.
"Thanks." He said the only guy with a nod.
"Nothing." Arthur said, almost embarrassed for having done so much with so little. "Now," is filming now, practical as befits the son of the King "I have to take off from there. And you'll need a sword. Of armor, a horse. "
Merlin would have liked to see better (closer, for longer) Arthur who behaved back to Arthur, but he felt that they were heavy eyelids, fatigue and that made its way into every muscle ... ... in every bone in every part of his body ...

"Merlin." She whispered in his ear the gentle voice of Arthur, with just a little 'embarrassed' I can not feel my arm. "
Merlin immediately opened his eyes. Not even in sleep forgot what else he had done and where was Arthur right now, so he had no trouble figuring out just the strangeness of the situation when he found himself crouched against Arthur, pressed upon him from the knee to shoulder.
"Sorry." Mumbled. The breath of
Arthur stroked his temple Merlin with each breath. Merlin hurried away, and Arthur let him do. Both found themselves sitting on the stone floor outside the cell, Merlin, in an awkward silence and almost pained.
"I sent Gaius Sad, should take care of it until tomorrow morning and provide you with everything you need. I gave him the key armory. It is not very strong, well, that's for sure, but I could not deny him anything so simple. Poor man, he had a life like this - "If we play
, Merlin thought with dismay to the empty words of others, then agree, we play. If it is easier. Interrupted the other, and he began to speak.
"Gaius will certainly be happy to help. He has not done anything wrong, no objective evil, this I meant, of course. He is in love with the wrong girl, nothing more, and if thou hast acknowledged it will also Gaius, and will be ready to give him a hand. Maybe it was better if you did accompany anything written. For the rest, I do not think tomorrow will be really helpful. Your father did not hungry, but three years in prison three years are still locked in a cell without light or even see the good they can stretch their legs. I do not think their barking kept the strength of a knight. Not to mention - "He stopped to catch his breath.
Arthur looked at him. He seemed fascinated, and was leaning forward as if to hear better.
"can not hear you talk so much," he said softly, seriously, "For far too long."
"- not to mention, 'said Merlin with an almost desperate effort, trying to keep the voice even "What do you fight without your father noticing. I'm not trying to tell you that you should not do. The way I see it, "Arthur chained to his eyes, even if what he was talking about Merlin not required, just for nothing, even if that put him in trouble and the voice made him stumble over words and forced him to look at him in turn "to come - for as I see it, you did ... you did ... you ..." But there was nothing to do, had already begun to tremble and he felt the arrival another one of those attacks of sadness that he had hated more than any thing in there. "Good." He concluded with a single breath trembling.
"Merlin." Arthur said. It was the first really sincere (Merlin knew, knew him better than anyone else) had said that he was down in the basement for the first time, and told him so different from what they did Gwen and Tristan.
Merlin shook his head as if to say he did not know what to add, or could not.
"Why did you do?"
Now, lonely and desperate, feeling that every second that passed was another step in an army against them, Merlin felt to say what he had tried to confess from the start.
"For you." He said, in a loud voice, even if still undecided, "I did everything for you."
Arthur nodded, and shook his strongest hand, placing the index above the vein of his wrist.

"I promised my magic. If you want it. If you need them. "
Arthur raised his head from the neck line of Merlin. "You know, I do not know if we can do it, anyway."
Merlin's loosened the laces of his tunic with some difficulty. The closer face up to his head and rested her cheek on warm skin. "We should not do."
"I know." Muttered Arthur, without ceasing to pass the hands on the sides of Merlin, on his back under his shirt open. If he was pulled over, as he did so long ago that now seemed to have wanted to see Merlin.
Merlin was not sure. The magic pinch under the skin, as if ready to be released and pawing. Even Merlin was ready to see how far she could go, how far he could push it.
If there was one thing he had learned in recent months was that he should not be afraid. What was his, and was the most powerful thing on which it could rely.
was not just a magician, but he was a magician. Its magic qualified him, made him the man who could save Arthur. Now, tomorrow, every day of his life.
"I should be helping my father," continued Arthur, "I know." Resting on your legs closed
Arthur, Merlin could feel the blood pulsing of the other stronger. It was just excitement, he knew, had tried more than once and in a certain way he felt even now. He ran his hand up just to hear him belt and Arthur sospirare sul suo collo. Era qualcosa di familiare. I sospiri li ricordava.
“Ma ora abbiamo te.” Disse ancora Arthur. “La nostra arma più forte.”
Merlin annuì. Non ne era lusingato, e avrebbe voluto che Arthur pensasse a lui in modo diverso. Ma se poteva protestare su tutto il resto, su questo no. Perché era vero.
Fece scivolare la mano sotto la cintura, allentandola con l’altra. Era nervoso, e credeva che Arthur l’avrebbe notato.
“Merlin,” Mormorò Arthur quando la mano dell’altro si chiuse sulla sua erezione “Dai.” Merlin
accelerated movement. Arthur's mouth began to suck a point just below his chin, right. Just above where really liked Merlin.
"Sorry." Arthur sobbed in his ear while increasing the speed and power "I'm so sorry."
"Me too." Whispered Merlin.
Arthur's hand stopped and reversed so that both Merlin is found lying with his whole weight on him. Almost immediately began to push against him. Friction it was just nice, but Arthur was too strong and too fast, and often rubbed his leg just above.
was about to come and for Merlin was just uncomfortable.
But it was there, that Arthur was moving fast over him, puffing and shaking and that he only told the wrong things, he noticed that Merlin really love him.
She loved him because he knew that at the end of all you would have noticed the embarrassment of Merlin, and would try to do better the second time. Perhaps it would have made it there though, were too stoned to really understand each other again, but maybe the third, yes. Or the fourth. Merlin was willing to try all time in the world.
And she loved him because Arthur had never really learned not to hurt people, but Merlin was always trying to make amends, because he cared if he was hurt. Even angry, betrayed, destroyed, had come to him in the storm.
They were not perfect. Merlin had lied and was ashamed of himself, was a frightened child, Arthur was arrogant and cruel, had tried to hurt him rather than understand, was not really willing to put aside his pride. But they would learn with time.
"I'll see what I'm capable of" Merlin whispered while the other gave the final push "I'll show you how can you become the greatest king of all time."

Merlin The next morning he got up as usual, turning over on his back on rocks, as usual, looked to control the world out of the window (could not find it changed, the sky was a pale blue that had seen millions of winter mornings) and as usual, shook his head just unpleasant thoughts you are amassed.
Only this time around in the next hit something warm (it was Arthur, he knew. Every part of him already knew before he opened his eyes) in looking out he saw that the bars were between him and the window, not locked up but left him free, and had bad thoughts in the dark promises of greatness, of freedom and reconquest. And when he shook his head a heavy hand moved the hair from his forehead.
"You need a bath." Whispered Arthur in the morning light.
And so it happened, because in the morning is very similar to other Merlin stood up and took a few steps first hesitant, uncertain, and then finally out of prison euphoric. He walked into the castle as a castaway just landed: swaying, but he knew to be home and that the land was his good or evil.
met almost no one except a laundress and two guards who made a quick bow to Arthur and they ran to new commitments, and the feeling of being a ghost in a world of living went slightly when immersed in the bath of Arthur .
was a start.

"I gotta go." Arthur said he had just helped him to lie down in the bathtub "I'll just be all ready, and you will not have to do is follow me. I'll take care of everything else. "
Merlin nodded. He had not yet spoken a word since he woke up, but it seemed that Arthur would understand anyway.
About to leave the room, Arthur paused for a moment to look at him thoughtfully. Months before Merlin would have been ashamed of his nakedness frail and sick, now could not even find the strength to do something so stupid as to cover with his hands. The water cradled him, the room was warm and friendly and there was nothing else in the world that mattered.
Arthur hesitated a moment, then caught up with two strides and bent to pass in passing a hand on his cheek.
"Sorry." Muttered one last time without looking. After three seconds he was gone.

He returned less than an hour later, frowning and looking determined.
Merlin rose immediately, docile, but he felt the magic and excitement associated veins tightened.
"Let's go." Arthur said, and preceded him out of the room.
Merlin followed him to deserted corridors (background you could hear the screams of the riders and the quick steps of the people down in the square) and arcades swept by the wind, to hold back the urge to rush ahead. Incredibly
fear had withdrawn in the inner part of his stomach, causing mild nausea, but leaving him free to do what needed to be done with all possible force.
Arthur marched straight, stiff and so hard that if he bent would break.
Merlin took his hand, and when he heard the other tighten stronger smiled slightly.
"It'll be okay." Arthur said. "You'll see."

In barns Arthur pointed to a spotted horse tied up in a corner, the only one left over to Arthur's mare. "Try taking that. There has been mounting for some months, maybe we can do. "
Merlin looked at the horse with distrust. He did not like to ride and certainly not dying to be thrown. He made some progress, just to see him better, and suddenly the horse gave a whinny.
Arthur looked at him worried. "Maybe not a good idea."
"No." He agreed wholeheartedly Merlin.
The horse shook himself and gave a few kicks back when Arthur tried to get close.
"Okay," whispered Arthur, "Calm. Calm. "
me the horse was not going to make it go even one step further.
If they had lost the war because the horse unseated Arthur, Merlin thought, would not be a good story to tell.
"Leave it to me."
Arthur raised his right eyebrow, "You do not ride well even mules."
But Merlin was not longer listening. He had suddenly remembered the promise made long ago by Morgaine: A horse is always ready to wait in the stables. He must be the one. Circumventing
Arthur and paralleled the horse, that just felt His presence closer snorted and kicked.
"Hey, horse." She whispered. "It's me. Do not you recognize me? I've been waiting so long, is not it? "
The horse snorted again, less fierce.
Merlin smiled, "Good, very good. I am Merlin. You were waiting for me. "
With a final shrug resentful, probably for the waiting, the horse bent his head and let him caress Merlin.

They reached the knights of Camelot, and men on foot when they were already deployed front of the doors.
"They are waiting." Arthur said grimly.
Merlin had never seen so much metal shimmering in the midday sun, and was enchanted. Arthur insisted that he wore a coat of mail, and now he could blend into the crowd armed, physically and mentally: he felt himself part of that mass of men, impatient and uncertain, forced to stand still waiting for others to do the first move and decide of their lives.
If he knew a spell powerful enough, Merlin would protect them all. Did not recognize their faces and could only hear the tramp of horses and a few broken words, but he wanted to distinguish them and know all (who had left the walls, staring at home? Who were they thinking as they prepared that morning and what do they say as they waited to risk death?). Camelot had done so much for them, for better or for worse, and they were going to give it everything. Merlin was surprised to think that Arthur should have become a king so give their lives, even more than his father.
Arthur lifted his visor helmet and slammed his eyes to the sun. Pointed to a group of men to their right. "We ride with them. From there you'd see better and have more discretion to intervene. Although the discretion is the last thing you need to take right now. "
Merlin nodded. The thought of being forced to be separated from Arthur had worried until that moment, when he realized, and the words of the other calmed him slightly.
"And the horse?" Churches.
front of them could distinguish between Gawain and his red and blue coat, white lace Percival and his wife had definitely linked to the arm, the armor dark Kay. Owain's horse gallop, kept at bay by the squire, from a few meters back. The royal insignia gleamed in the sun later, on the left.
"There is my father." Dry said Arthur. "And I got you."
Trust was reluctant but there was, and Merlin rewarded him stroke his face making him a warm breath.
"This," Arthur laughed embarrassed "It 's been almost pleasant."
Merlin smiled. "You have not seen anything yet."
He intended to go further (nothing too, only some distraction to pass the first time) when all was silence, so that even from the back you could distinguish a cry repeated .
"Incoming!" Merlin
froze, caught by surprise, but Arthur gave him a last smile and sat resolutely down his helmet.
"Go!" He ordered his metallic voice.

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