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Post by em on May 24, 2011 12:37:35 GMT -5
She had known what he’d said – even if it had all been a massive fast sentence. Now she thought it was some kind of joke. Of course she would, Merlin hadn’t even asked her anything like this before. To her, this situation must seem like Merlin was throwing her into a pit of wild bears or something.
“Errr…Gwen?” he began and looked at her seriously, “Im serious – Please? Would you mind if Arthur stayed here during the joust?” he asked again, this time a little slower than before.
He could see Gwen’s face changing before him. “You’re the only person who I can trust with this, I can’t tell Gauis or anyone else, im sworn to secrecy! He can’t stay in the castle walls because he’ll be recognised. If I didn’t share quarters with Gauis then I could’ve hid him out there”.
Merlin hated this situation almost as much as Gwen appeared to right now. “Please” he begged again, “I’ll do your cooking for a week, your washing even! I’ll even attend to Morgana if I have to! But please Gwen, im not asking you to make up your mind now, but at least consider it?”
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Post by em on May 24, 2011 12:27:05 GMT -5
Merlin was preparing himself for the lecture he was obviously going to receive when he returned to the chambers he shared with Gauis. Already the old physician had giving him a small telling off in the dungeons that morning. At least he’d managed to let him go free though – even if Merlin had had to spend the day being pelted with fruit and vegetables.
He knew what Gauis was going to say, and it ran along the lines of “you idiot” and “how could you be so stupid?”. Merlin decided that when Gauis decided to talk to him, he’d just shove his head under the water in the wash bowl.
BOOF!
“S-sorry!”
He hadn’t been looking where he was going and had walked straight into a young girl. She managed to make him take a few steps backwards to stop him from falling to the ground. “Ah…sorry – that was my fault” he admitted, “wasn’t looking where I was going”.
He noticed the basket that she’d been carrying (it must be hers otherwise it wouldn’t been now rolling around concussed on the floor) and it’s contents scattered everywhere.
Merlin crouched down and began to pick them up, putting them back into the basket before getting back up again and handing it to her. “Hopefully no harm done” he smiled, still holding out the basket for her to take.
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Post by em on May 24, 2011 12:11:55 GMT -5
Choices. That was all it ever seemed to come down to lately. Merlin only knew too well, just what choices he’d made. Some he was completely filled with regret about. He knew he was unlocking death on everyone in Camelot as soon as he’d broken the chains that bound the dragon. how could he have been so stupid into believing that it would just fly off into the sunset?
“No one does” Merlin muttered and carried on riding in silence, trying to keep a distance between himself and Arthur just so he wouldn’t have to do any talking.
“Decent servants are so hard to find. Wouldn't want to lose you . . . who else would muck out my stables so diligently?"
Obviously someone else? Someone who didn’t have to bend over backwards in keeping Arthur safe? Someone who didn’t have to talk or unleash a massive 60ft dragon on everyone. Someone without a DESTINY! For the first time ever, Merlin could feel the anger start to boil within him, and he wasn’t even an angry person.
“You could always find someone else like Cedric” he replied bitterly. Now Cedric (aka Cornelius Segan) had been a different kettle of fish. He’d made Merlin to look like even more of an idiot than he already was, and had died as a result of his own greed – that and also allowing Segan’s soul to take over his body. “Besides, I could go before you – what would you do then?” he found himself asking something rather challenging. What would Arthur do? Probably die. There were enough people out there who already wanted his blood enough as it was.
He then decided to shut his mouth. He couldn’t be bothered with small talk – all that seemed to be on his mind right now was the possibility that he would be reunited with his father. The wave of nausea that now swept over him almost sent him tumbling from his horse, thankfully he managed to keep hold of the reins tightly.
“If you need to stop and rest your wound then we can” he called to Arthur.
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Post by em on May 18, 2011 15:41:02 GMT -5
He smiled at her words of kindness. "Really, I promise. Your never to feel unwelcome in my home, Merlin. I like it when you come over, and love to supper with friends. You should do it more often. Gaius too." That was Gwen all over, then again who else had she to share her evenings with apart from herself?
“Gauis only eats things that are green, gooey and look like it’s come from a griffins nose!” he snorted, “I think he’d appreciate your cooking more”. Just the other evening they’d eaten something that Merlin had immediately brought up again.
"Oh Merlin, even if I don't like it I would still do anything for you. Your like my brother, I can't say no to a brother." At least they were on the same line of friendship then. It was true though. “Well…ok then, but you’d better prepare yourself”
He took a deep breath before saying,
“Arthurhasthisridiculousideathathewantstoplayafakeknightinthetournamentandneedsaplacetostay."
He paused
"pleasecanhestayhereuntilitsalloverandhegoesbacktobeingtheclotpoleheis!”
He said this so quickly that even he was surprised at just how fast he’d managed to get that out. He looked over to her where there was just silence now filling the air. “Please Gwen, I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t think I could trust you, it’s only for a few days” he tried to justify the situation but knew it wasn’t exactly the best thing he could offer Gwen. Three days with Arthur was like three days stuck in Groundhog Day – same chores, same insults.
He waited patiently for Gwen to either say yes or no, this wasn’t going to be easy, but he had to convince her one way or another. Perhaps he could put some kind of spell on her, but deep down he knew he couldn’t do that to her. He trusted Gwen with his life and hopefully she with his.
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Post by em on May 18, 2011 15:27:49 GMT -5
"You need to sit down and rest! You just almost died!"
“It wouldn’t be the first time” he mumbled to himself, hopefully not too loud so Gwen could hear. He picked up the books and placed them on the table, “Im just a servant” he shrugged, “im sure Arthur could replace me anytime he wanted to”. Merlin wouldn’t be surprised if Arthur did after what happened. Yes the prince had saved his life this time, but was it enough to actually carry on in his service?
"Gaius will not go mad, as he is a doctor and knows that ill people need rest! If it brothers you this much let me clean it for you, Merlin! really, I was so worried about you!"
Merlin shrugged once again, “Well he must know im well enough to do all this” he gestured to the room with his arm, “You have enough to do and im sure Morgana needs you more than me right now”.
She was worried about him; he looked up at her from where he was leant over the table reaching for a vial of something that he had no idea what it was. He gave a small chuckle at this, “worrying about me isn’t important – im alive and well aren’t I?”. Yeah, only just.
On the mention of him dying he just carried on pottering about with whatever he needed to clean. “But I didn’t…and neither did Arthur – I guess it’s just luck”. It wasn’t. it was destiny apparently, but he wasn’t about to launch into all of that in front of Gwen.
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Post by em on May 18, 2011 15:10:19 GMT -5
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Post by em on May 18, 2011 14:37:21 GMT -5
Merlin walked over to Arthur with the pillow in hand. Time to attack Arthur when his guard was down. “It's about time to prove that you have a semblance of intelligence by agreeing with them."
“Now why would I ever consider doing that?”
BOOF!
Merlin swung the pillow hitting Arthur straight in the face. It was about time someone did that anyway? “Anyway, the pillow makes a vast improvement!” he smirked “Although I think you have a big enough head as it is already”
"Besides, no woman would want a man who wanders around the castle, sneaking women’s dresses to fulfil some deep desires."
He’d forgotten about that, “THAT WAS ONE TIME!” Merlin said in defence, “and I was running an errand for Gauis” no he wasn’t. He’d been sneaking it out for Freya so they could leave Camelot together and never look back. That had failed. Even know Merlin still felt upset thinking about her. For the first time in his life it seemed as though she was the first and only girl he would ever love.
“At least im not falling in love with a woman just twenty four hours after meeting her” he retorted referring to Vivian. Now she was a nutcase that he would never forget, “and then get caught”. Now that would send Arthur over the edge.
Now the conversation had turned back to Elena. Merlin could see just how much it was paining Arthur to talk about it. There was one question on his mind though. “But what about Gwen?” he asked. Yes, what about her? Merlin knew that she would act upon duty of rank and say something ridiculous to Arthur, such as "you should marry her for the kingdom", Merlin knew her all too well by now.
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Post by em on May 18, 2011 13:42:18 GMT -5
He was glad she liked the flowers. Well that was a start. Now she was giving him a funny look about the table. "Merlin, would you like to sit at my wooden table, and stay for supper?"
That seemed tempting. At least then he could be able to explain the situation to her and try to list all the advantages of allowing Arthur to stay at her home. He gave a small smile and shook his head. “Oh really, I don’t want you to gout of your way, I just thought I’d quickly pop in”
Yeah. Quickly pop in and convince Gwen to rent out her home to Prince Arthur for a few days.
Gwen knew him too well – the look on her face said it all as she set the flowers down. She knew that he wanted a favour from her and he wasn’t going to lie. "While we eat you can ask me whatever it is you've come to ask me. You know I will do anything for you."
“You won’t with this one” he chuckled, “and if you’re certain, then I’ll stay” he nodded, “Thank you”. Merlin felt sorry for Gwen, alone here in her house with her father gone and only Morgana and himself to fill her days with laughter and smiles. She didn’t deserve to be alone, Gwen was the sweetest and kindest person he knew. She’d been the first to approach him in the stocks when he’d first come to Camelot. At one point he was sure that she liked him more than a friend, but that had changed since they’d come to know one another.
Merlin thought of Gwen as a sister he’d never had, and he was glad that he could rely on and trust her in times of desperate need. Such as this. He took a seat at the table and looked down at the top, drumming his fingers on the surface. “Im sorry to just barge in tonight, you must be tired” he apologised, “but im sure you know that I have a favour to ask you” he sighed, “and to be honest, I don’t think you’re gonna like it, but you did say that you'd do anything...” he put on his best puppy dog eyes and gave her a small pout.
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Post by em on May 18, 2011 13:28:09 GMT -5
He saw Arthur quickly look at him as he came running down the hallway. “Sorry, one of them almost spotted me” he lied. The guard had but Merlin wasn’t about to tell his friend that he’d blasted him back into a wall!
"There's a cave not too far. It will give us what we need."
“Anything – even a hole in the ground is better than nothing, but we need to hurry before they spot us” Merlin urged, “I have a bad feeling that the warning bell will start off any minute now.” It would, if the concussed immortal guard had anything to do with it.
They carried on running. It was now a matter of life and death. Thankfully the three figures in the distance confirmed to both Merlin and Arthur that Gauis, Elyan and Gwaine had managed to carry on safely. "You alright?" he heard Arthur ask. Merlin just nodded. “Im still alive aren’t I?” he panted; he was almost out of breath but knew that it wouldn’t stop him.
“What about you?!” He asked after a few moments of the most awkward silence ever, “are you…ok?” He knew that the scene and revelations that had unfolded before Arthur’s eyes would scar him for life. It had shocked Merlin when he had found out- in a way he’d felt guilty for knowing and not telling Arthur, but this was one of those situations where anything could have happened, and to have provoked it could have made things a whole lot worse.
Merlin wondered what could have happened if he’d told Arthur of this earlier – would Morgana have still taken the throne? Would Arthur have believed him? oh well, ‘what if’s’ didn’t matter right now, all that did was finding a way to help the others.
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Post by em on May 18, 2011 13:13:20 GMT -5
After the whole showdown with Nimueh on the Isle of the Blessed, Merlin and Gauis had returned to Camelot – trying to make up a story for their little trip along the way. Gauis had been foolish to go there and give his life in exchange for his mothers – Merlin knew he should have been the one. It was all a vicious circle. The whole ‘balance of the world must be restored’ rubbish annoyed him and now he was still angry that the situation had become out of hand.
They’d only returned just an hour earlier, Merlin going and checking to make sure that Arthur was still being his usual prattish self before returning to Gauis and having a well deserved dinner. He’d defeated Nimueh after all hadn’t he? Gauis then announced he was going to check on Arthur while Merlin busied himself with some chores before he could finally get some sleep. This whole destiny thing really was draining the life out of him.
Around him clothes were magically washing themselves – the mop was doing the waltz across the floor so as it was cleaned in a far quicker time than Merlin could do it himself. Meanwhile Merlin himself was pondering over his magic book. Spells for turning people into frogs (now that would be one that he needed to test out on Arthur), ones to cure boils – others to control others actions (another that could have it’s advantages). Slowly, day-by-day Merlin felt himself become more accustomed to new spells and felt far wiser for it.
KNOCK KNOCK!
Immediately he looked up, mop clattering to the floor, as did the clothes into the washing buckets. Gauis wouldn’t be knocking and Arthur usually just burst in unannounced.
Shoving the magic book underneath a pile of others so it was perfectly concealed he got up and opened the door. Morgana was standing there looking particularly nervous so it seemed. What was she doing here?
“Morgana?” He frowned and stepped aside, “Come in”. He closed the door behind her and turned “Did you want your sleeping draft?” he asked, perhaps Gauis had forgotten to deliver it.
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Post by em on May 16, 2011 14:50:32 GMT -5
Merlin sighed as Arthur told him he was to do EVERYTHING he said. Even if it meant jumping off of a cliff, Merlin HAD to do it. “Yes sire” he mumbled.
Why on earth did he not speak up and say that he didn’t want a reward, this was the worst reward ever! In fact, it wasn’t even a reward – it was torture! “Do I have to use a sword though? Can’t I just jump around a little bit, wave my arms in the air and avoid you from killing me?” he asked, although he was sure that the plan for Arthur was to kill his servant anyway. At least that way Merlin could work on his reflexes.
On the subject of Gwen, Merlin nodded at Arthur’s next words
"Good. Then you will know what she looks like and thus, who you should relay all messages pertaining to Morgana through."
“Do you?” he asked – the prince (who obviously didn’t care for servants) should know, but Merlin decided he wanted to test him a little, just to see how much notice he took to others rather than himself.
They passed a room that Arthur mentioned as the throne room. "That is throne room. You will usually only be in there when I am in there."
Merlin frowned, “What do I have to do when im in there?” he asked. Would he have to tap dance? Entertain. He hoped not. Arthur soon answered this question, "It is where the council will meet, and where audiences with the king take place."
“Oooooh I see” Merlin understood and nodded again, “I think im getting the hang of this servant malarkey already.” All Merlin would have to do in there was stand and listen. Why? Well he had no idea. He decided to ask Arthur, “So why do I need to be there? Im a servant, I don’t exactly have an opinion?”
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Post by em on May 16, 2011 14:37:15 GMT -5
Well that was fun. Merlin now felt that if he were to look at another cabbage or tomato again then he would be sick.
He’d spent all day in the stocks having everything under the sun thrown at him – well vegetable wise anyway. That was the ‘few strings’ that Gauis had pulled?! He’d much preferred to stay in the dungeon now. How was he to know that he was about to throw a punch at the Prince of Camelot? A right royal prat if Merlin said so – which he had, to Prince Arthur’s face.
His back ached as the guards unlocked the stocks so as he could be freed. He stretched out and gave a small groan. “Thanks” he said to them and moved his neck from side to side. He was covered. It would take a lot of cleaning to get the smell out too. He didn’t want to walk around smelling of rotten cabbages and tomatoes. Then again he’d been hailed a hero by the handmaiden of Lady Morgana. Gwen. Now that was a meeting to remember – oh well, at least he wasn’t the only one who recognised that Arthur was an idiot.
Merlin began the walk back to the castle – receiving a lot of looks from the passing people of the town. Yes he’d been flogged. Yes he’d tried to punch the prince. He needed to be taught a lesson anyway.
On entering the square he hoped that Gauis had a bowl of water at the ready. He desperately needed a wash! Hopefully he’d be able to give him something for chronic neck and back pain too, and while he was at it - perhaps something for a pain in the arse (I.E -Allowing Prince Prat to be punched by him more freely this time) .
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Post by em on May 16, 2011 14:20:06 GMT -5
She wasn’t home. That would mean having to wait until morning. Ah well, he could always hunt Gwen down in the castle. Usually she was in Morgana’s chambers, so perhaps he’d even find her there. As he turned to leave he saw a familiar figure approaching. He smiled. Gwen. As soon as she saw him her pace sped up.
“Hello Gwen” he smiled as she greeted him.
Merlin followed her inside and handed her the flowers, “I thought I’d bring you these,” he told her. Hopefully this would soften her little, ready for the bombshell that he was about to drop on her. He hoped that she would agree – if not then he was screwed for finding accommodation. Arthur would have to hide in the stables, actually – that didn’t sound like such a bad idea.
“This is a nice table” he knocked on the top of it, “and is that wood? That it’s made of” he tried to sound enthusiastic about it.
Clearly he knew that Gwen would know that he hadn’t come here to talk about her table. It seemed as though since they had come to know one another she knew when something was on his mind or if he’d had a bad day. He knew that if this was the case with her then her day was about to get worse!
“Soooooo…” he began, but found that asking her this favour was going to be far harder than he’d anticipated
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Post by em on May 16, 2011 14:08:19 GMT -5
"Merlin!"
Waaaaaah??!!! Immediately Merlin jumped and the books flew through the air and across the floor. Gwen? Was she trying to kill him by scaring the living daylights out of him! Didn’t people even knock these days. How long had she been stood there anyway?
“Gwen?!” he looked a little shocked that she was actually here and not off tending to Morgana, then again, Gauis had told him that she hadn’t really left his side when he’d been dying slowly for the poison he’d drunk. Never again was he doing something like that unless it was entirely necessary.
"You should not be working! You need your rest!"
Merlin picked up the books he’d literally thrown across the room and shook his head. “Rest shmest – I’m fine Gwen, you shouldn’t be worrying about me anyway, im not exactly important to anyone, well other than Arthur when he wants me to be, but that’s beside the point” he rambled on as he began to clear the table more.
He was right. She shouldn’t worry. Why should she? It wasn’t her destiny to keep him from death. Yes Merlin was flattered at her concern but still didn’t know why she bothered with him. “This place needs a tidy anyway and Gauis will go mad if he comes back as finds ive done nothing but lay around all day”
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 12:16:23 GMT -5
Merlin secured the saddlebags on both horses, his mind was now whirring – everything that had happened seeping in and out at moments of which they thought crucial.
He knew that Arthur would continue to pester his ever-changing mood; he would just keep it vague and make little conversation in return. What would his father look like? Would he look like him? Would they share the same personality traits rather than blood and magic that ran through their veins. Would he turn him away? That was the one thing that Merlin was dreading. Balinor not accepting their pleas or Merlin’s confession (that he would make in private conversation with him) as his son.
What if Balinor didn’t exist? What if Gauis had lied and said there was a Dragon Lord still living in order to keep both Merlin and Arthur from harm and continue their destiny? Would Camelot fall whilst they were away and Gauis know of this already? There were so many questions that Merlin immediately brought a hand to his head and hissed with pain. He felt like he was on fire himself. A fire of curiosity that would burn him out.
He looked back as Arthur mounted his horse and saw his expression. “I still don’t think this is a good idea with your injury,” he stated, “it’s giving you pain”. The last thing Merlin needed was nursing Arthur on this trip. He hoped that the wound was healing nicely and that the pain was just the last little bit that Arthur would endure for a time.
"You're not going to die," Arthur told him.
“Im sure it would be a blessing for you” Merlin mumbled and mounted his horse. He tugged at the reins and followed Arthur who was now riding out of the courtyard.
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 12:04:22 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t even want to be in the arena for a second, let alone not lasting” Merlin rolled his eyes. There was no way he’d ever get his kicks from taking part in a tournament. Not that he ever would, he was just a servant, and apparently now he had to learn to use a sword?! Oh no! Surely not?
“Do I have to?” he almost whined, “Really, you don’t want to let me within a 5 mile radius of one”
As for the dogs, well – Arthur would kill him if he ever lost them. Bad timing for jokes. “Cabel and Bohrs – right” he noted the names knowing that he would most certainly forget them. In private he could always call them ‘that one’ and ‘that one’. Grooming?! Feeding?! There was more?! Didn’t Arthur have some kind of dog trainer? Wait…yes, him! “Yes sire” he replied.
Then came the subject of entering Morgana’s chambers (or not in Merlin’s case).
"If you have orders to there, then you inform her handmaiden of what business or message you have." Arthur had told him.
“Gwen” Merlin confirmed, “I’ve met her already”. Yes. Back when he’d been thrown in the stocks for starting a fight with Arthur. Now he was sick at the sight of vegetables. Gwen however had deemed his actions brave and that everyone thought of him as the hero. Merlin wasn’t about to tell Arthur that Gwen had branded him a bully. It was true though, so others must see the prat that he was too.
“Don’t go into Morgana’s chambers or die – got it” he made a mental note to himself out loud.
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 9:27:35 GMT -5
Merlin prodded the stick into the ground, his thoughts all in disaray of everything that had gone on for the last couple of hours. The tension in the air that had been present as Arthur and Lancelot made polite conversation round the campfire had now dissolved, leaving only silence and the crackling of the ever dying fire.
Gwen had decided to get some rest after her ordeal â rightfully so. Arthur had also followed sometime after and now both were asleep. Lancelot had opted to stand guard incase any of Hengistâs men sought them out as an act of revenge. Wilderin were awful creatures, bad sight yet they could smell human flesh from a mile off! He didnât dare think of their experience underground where Arthur had summed them up as âgiant baby ratsâ. One had even licked his face!
Merlinâs thoughts went back to the tunnels leading out of the castle. Heâd seen Gwen and Lancelot give one another a look. It had only been the day before that Arthur had admitted having feelings for Gwen â he too had also seen this moment between the pair. He must have done, because heâd made up a rubbish excuse earlier about how Morgana had begged them to go. Everything had been just socially awkward for him and now, being alone - Merlin could relax.
He could see Lancelot just through the trees and decided now was the time to get up and join him. He hadnt had the chance to properly speak to his friend since their escape.
âAre you alright?â he asked, stepping over upturned roots to reach where he wanted to be.
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 8:59:29 GMT -5
Never before had Arthur come up with a more ridiculous idea than this! Merlin knew that one way or another, something was bound to go wrong, and all because he wanted to prove himself worthy of winning a torunament?! Clearly this was crazy. Merlin kicked himself â after all, hadnt he said âyou canât change who you are?â and suddenly BAM! A new plan in the pipeline that would involve sneaking about and lying once again. even to Gauis! He had no idea how Arthur would find a way of convincing his father that he wouldnât be taking part this year (well, not as himself anyway). He didnât really want to.
The only way that this would work would be for Arthur to stay in Camelot without anyone else knowing, apart from Merlin of course. Merlin knew he couldnât hide him in the quarters he shared with Gauis. It was too risky. Arthur most certainly couldnât stay within the castle walls, and there was no way heâd live in the forest throughout the duration of the tournament either.
There was only one thing for it. Merlin held the flowers tightly in his grasp as he headed down the street, coming to a stop outside a house. This was the only way that Arthur could take part without having anyone else know of his true identity. Merlin had also been instructed to look for someone to pose as the substitute for Arthur. This would mean Arthur doing all the work (for once) and the fake knight receiving all the glory. Oh how the tables had turned, but for now he had to focus on the most important thing. Finding a place to harbour Arthur whilst all this went on.
Flowers in hand, Merlin raised his fist and gave a swift knock on the door. Hopefully Guinevère would be at home and not still up at the castle.
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 8:43:33 GMT -5
He still felt pretty weak. The results of the morteus flowerâs poison had completely drained him. it was only now, just two days after heâd come around from his comatose state (and had received a massive kiss from Gwen) that he found he was slowly returning to normal, and returning to normal meant that heâd have to do chores for Gauis until he was well enough to return to serving Arthur, which would most likely be tomorrow.
By the time Merlin had woken, Gauis had already left â presumably to make some deliveries around town and to tend to patients. The place was a state, books piled high everywhere, vials of liquid (that Merlin didnât dare want to smell) lined up on the table. It looked like a healers dream.
He knew that he had to mop the floors, put away the scattered books, make Gauisâ bed, tidy his own room, and do the laundry the list in his mind went on! Then he spied the leech tank and knew that it was going to be a looooooooooooooong day. Even the breakfast things hadnât been cleared yet â not that he would have time to eat anyway. Better to get it all done and then have some food as a reward later.
Merlin looked around, a little unsure as to where to start. Books first, then leech tank, then floors? That sounded like a plan, and as Gauis wasnât here then perhaps a little magic would help him along the way. It was risky when anyone could just walk in, but at least he had something to fall back on if he happened to become tired. Making his way over to the table, he began to move the books and put them back in their rightful place. Who needed a library when they had Gauis?
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Post by em on May 15, 2011 8:20:14 GMT -5
The rain was falling hard that evening, it was also quite late for both Merlin and Gauis to be out, but the physcian had to see to a patient who had suddenly been struck down with a fever. Merlin had accomapnied him just incase Gauis had needed any supplies that he’d left back in their quarters. Now they had to trudge through the rain and back to the castle.
Merlin knew the streets of Camelot like the back of his hand now. Especially as sometimes he’d have to sneak through them of an evening in order to avoid the guards on partol seeing him. The Rising Sun Inn was just ahead of them, he could only give a small sigh of releif. Soon he’d be back and dry in his nice comfortable bed, readying himself for another day to wait on Arthur. A small frown crossed his brows as he noticed what was outside of the inn. A cage. It’s driver obviously inside, either seeking a room for the night or stopping for food. As he and Gauis approached Merlin could see a shillouette. Someone or something was in the cage. It looked human enough to him and on closer inspection his thoughts were confirmed to be right.
As Merlin passed the cage he almost jumped as the inhabitent grabbed the bars that seperated them both. It was a girl? A girl in a cage? A girl in rags. By now Gauis had stopped. “She’s fallen prey to a bounty hunter” he stated.
“She’s only a girl?” Merlin replied
“She’ll fetch a good price though”. Price? What did that mean? She was going to be sold?!
“Someone’s gonna pay for her?” Merlin looked at Gauis in disbelief. It was barbaric to keep an innocent girl locked up in a cage, but to sell her as well?
“Uther offers a handsome reward for anyone with magic” Gauis carried on, and then turned away and began to walk.
Merlin looked back at the girl in the cage. In Uther’s hands she would die. He couldn’t watch that. Not when there were chances of freeing her and letting her run from Camelot in time. “There must be something we can do”. At this Gauis turned back to him.
“Merlin, bounty hunters are dangerous men, they’re not to be meddled with – you of all people should understand that”
As Gauis walked away again, Merlin looked back at the girl – still clinging onto the bars and watching him. He could only keep his gaze on hers. She looked cold, scared, and alone. He had to help her, there was always a way around these things. Ways that could keep her alive and allow her the freedom that she deserved. There was something about her that cried out to him. With his eyes still fixed on her, he gave her a look that would speak to her, to ease her mind just a little.
A look of hope.
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