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Merlin pondered on Arthur's question. He didn't know why - but he knew he had to in order for Arthur to actually believe this whole cherade that he was going to try and pull off. In the end he nodded. "He seems to think so..." Merlin paused for a moment before continuing. "Gauis says that even though he may appear like a cranky old man, he has some good in his heart." Yes, and magic. "he said it might not be easy to convince him, but with any luck you should be able to make him change his mind." Yes, after an argument or two.

He looked around at their settings. Merlin had already chosen a particular area of the forest where he would be able to sneek off, change and sneak back without being seen. The Charcoal makers cottage that he had Lancelot had both hidden in was the perfect hideout for an old man of magic. "Price or not - i'm sure that he'll help."

Merlin wasnt about to let Arthur or Uther down just yet. It was now time for Arthur to see just how much magic could be used for good rather than evil. Somewhere in the Prince's heart he knew that it was an ongoing battle - trying to believe one thing yet see it for another. When Morgause had conjured the image of Ygraine - it had made Arthur re-think about his views, only to have them brought crashing down by his father. Never the less - Merlin believed in Arthur, and he hoped that one day - should magic ever return to Camelot and Albion - that Arthur would believe in him.

I think i just peed a little with excitement when reading this!!! There was also the fact that it was totally and awesomely (is that a word? oh well it is now!) hilarious!

WELLDONE GUYS - I LOVE YOU BOTH LOTS!!!!

It was only now that Merlin could see how vulnerable Uther had become since Morgana's betrayal. The fact that he'd become scared of the creatures, rather than stand up to them made Merlin more aware of how easier it could be for his enemies to try and bring him down. "Would you like me to find Gwen?" he asked, "or do you need anything to drink? Gauis has always told me to keep drinking fluids when im down". Why he'd said that, he had no idea. Possibly to make Uther realise that he had a friend in him no matter what had been said or done in the past.

He placed the torch back on the wall, listening to the King as he spoke about the Dorrocca. "I think so. So it is real...not the same torments again. But what...? Someone endangers the whole of Camelot in their anger? It must be stopped...how can it be stopped? Perhaps they will not, until they have my life."

Merlin frowned to himself thoughfully before turning around, "They're real" Merlin told him, "as much as i don't like to admit it - Arthur's currently working on a plan with Gauis to find out how we can stop them". That bit was true, espeically after what the girl had said about her village that afternoon. "We'll find a way to stop them". He finally said, "Everyone and everything has a weakness after all."
He instantly regretted saying these words too. He quickly moved on. "I'm sure it's not your life they want...If it was then they'd have surely got to all of us quicker by now". He tried to make the King feel at ease but Merlin knew that the Dorocca wanted lives. Not just Uther's but everyones.

He poured Uther a drink and passed it to him. "Here..."

How was he supposed to kill Arthur now?! Why was it that all of his plans were interrupted by the most irrelevent of things?! "Merlin! Shut up and get the hell out!"
Merlin ignored Arthur, had Gwen have not been there the King would be lying dead on the floor by now. Perhaps the poisonous wine would've been a more appropriate option for a time like this.

"How am I supposed to get on with my duties when you're always kicking me out" he replied irritably, "Next you'll be moaning because I haven't done any of them, and whose fault is that?" He shot a look at Gwen and then back to Arthur. "You might as well just have Gwen serve you, because she seems to be doing a pretty good job already" he snapped and headed for the door. Time to go and work on a new plan.

As he opened it, he looked back to Arthur and Gwen calmly, "When you've quite finished, I need to wash those trousers" he said and with that, walked out - slamming door behind him.
Now...where could he get hold of some more deathly weapons? Ah! The armoury - a crossbow would do nicely.

Merlin had spent most of the morning trying to figure out how on earth to kill Arthur - his first chance had been ruined with her, being there all the bloody time. Merlin was angry. Angry that Arthur hadn't taken his food, while he'd spent all of his precious time poisoning it. Never the less! there was always more options to consider, and now was the time again to try and take down the prat with a crown.

He'd found some flowers, after some search and had come up with a potion to allow Arthur to be poisoned by the fragrence, whilst being completly unaware. It was odorless, and Merlin could leave them in Arthur's room, but of course he had to get rid of him quickly. He'd make Arthur smell the flower and then BANG. dead. Then he could always kill Gwen too if the mood was right. To test this theory, he had waved the flowers under the nose of an unsuspecting pig. The only confirmation of it working, being that it fell straight to the ground. He was pleased with the result
and decided that flowers would be the best way to do the job right.
On top of that, he'd even taken it upon himself to make Arthur a coffin - managing to estimate his height by measuring his clothes. So far it was half complete and hidden in Merlin's room - out of the view of Gauis of course! The old man was becoming more irritating by the hour.

Making his way to Arthur's room, he hummed cheerily to himself, coming to the door. He wouldn't bother knocking - Arthur would only be at his desk working anyway. Merlin threw the door open and walked in. "So i found these..." he stopped, his face blank and calm, and seeing exactly what he didnt want to see. Arthur and Gwen. Together. Awkwardly. UNDRESSED!
Now had he have been in the right state of mind, he would've immediatly walked back out again, but he wasn't. Instead he looked at the flowers and hastily chucked them behind him - sending them flying over the dressing screen and landing behind it. Another bloody plan thwarted because of Gwen!

Merlin then looked the pair up and down, crossed his arms and glared - even tapping his foot to make a point!"Oh now that is just disgusting!" he began, "and to think! You have an unlocked door where ANYONE can just waltz in!". He shot a look from Arthur to Gwen - "I suppose this was your idea?" he said to her, "well of course it was - why shouldn't it be when you're here - with him - everyday". The words just rolled off of his tongue furiously - He didn't bother giving them both time to explain. HE JUST WANTED ARTHUR DEAD! WAS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK!

So this was his punishment for being away for 2 days? George?! Any moment now Merlin was just going to kill himself, or at least put a silencing spell on the dullest man servant ever. He’d spent the morning being shown how to clean a sword properly and now it seemed as though George was placing them in hilt order. Merlin wanted to diiiiiiiiiiiie. This was awful! Dull seemed to be an understatement. Merlin now actually wanted to kill Arthur for real – for putting him through this hell.
“And as you will observe, I have arranged all these swords by hilt order, as well as alphabetically” what?! Alphabetically? Swords didn’t have names!

“Greeeeeat” Merlin replied with very little enthusiasm. Lesson 1, and only 36 more to go apparently. He groaned at the thought of spending the rest of the day with his man. George was already looking over the crossbows. “Now…we must arrange these by the sharpness of the arrow”. Merlin, who was currently leant against the table of the armoury, slammed his forehead onto the top of it. He groaned slightly, “Come on now Merlin! We have a lot to cover – especially since we have to arrange all these shields by width.”

“Woah! That’s it – I can’t take another hour of arranging, polishing or shining” Merlin looked up immediately and threw up his arms, “but by all means, knock yourself out…”

George frowned at him, “Then would you care to move onto the kitchens for the preparation of food? The marinating of the chicken is by far the most important factors, as it releases flavour that…” At this point Merlin stopped listening whilst George rambled on.

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“…and the cutlery must be arranged so that the fork...”

That was it, he was walking. Arthur was welcome to have George as his servant, no matter how dull – Merlin would tell him that he quit and would then have a peaceful life. That would be his revenge.

He could see that Arthur was in no mood for his little jokes. Merlin kicked himself mentally for being so insensitive. He had no idea how Arthur was feeling right now and he knew he should have just kept his big fat mouth shut.
“I'm sorry…I didn’t mean to…well, I didn’t mean to say that – you know I can’t keep my mouth shut in times of crisis” his eyes then widened when he realised what he’d now said, “Not that this is a crisis, I mean…well it is but not like a big one…as such…” he looked at Arthur. “I’ll shut up now.”

Merlin crouched down to Arthur’s level. “And we can’t do this without you”. It was almost like a plea. "You make it sound so easy Merlin,”
Merlin looked at him with some sadness to his eyes. “I know I know nothing, of what it’s like to be a prince, or how to run a kingdom – but I do know a fair few things about duty – most of which I’ve learnt from you. If we don’t do something about this – more people will be hurt than they have been already. We don’t know about your father, or Gwen unless we try – if we stay here…then we’ll never know, and that will hurt you more than it does now.” His words were gentle, “We can do this Arthur – even if it seems like we have no hope, we can do this.”. there was silence. "Morgana knows. She knows Merlin that . . . Guinevère means more to me than anything." Merlin shrugged, “and Gwen does too, which is why she has faith that you’ll help her in any way that you can.” He knew that Gwen would be waiting for Arthur to come – just like the Knights and Uther.

"How could I have not seen this?" Merlin looked up wondering whether Arthur was asking himself a question or whether he was directing it to him. Merlin shook his head. “None of us could’ve seen this.” Merlin had. The crystal cave had told him full well what was to come, and right now he felt like he’d let Arthur and everyone else down for not preventing it when he had the chance to. "I thought I knew her so well. And yet . . . had not seen any signs." Merlin looked to him; he had no idea what to say to that. “She was always good at hiding her feelings” he began, “signs or not, we couldn’t have stopped this. But we can now.” If Arthur chose to finally see that Camelot was in need of his help more than ever.

"Will you never mature?"

Merlin shook his head, “not until you do”. He looked to Arthur and smirked, “at least I know all my name calling his helping you”. He’d seen the faint smile that Arthur had tried to hold back; at least it looked like one had been tugging at his lips anyway. All Merlin wanted to do was make this better, and tonight it would be. Tonight the magic would be back in Camelot again.

They rode some way with not so much as a word to one another. Merlin had no conversation starters and was rather a conversation killer in his view. He wanted to leave Arthur to his own thoughts about the whole thing, rather than try to invade his privacy.
“What else has Gaius said about this man?" Oh. Now it was up to Merlin to actually get past this question without raising suspicion. If there was one tiny detail that seemed it then Arthur would suspect something and the plan would crumble.

“He used to be a healer, back before The Great Purge.” Merlin answered, “When the whole thing started, Gaius said that he managed to escape from the city and hide out in the forest. Apparently he’s moved around a lot but has always stayed close to Camelot” Merlin lied, “as far as I know he had no other family – he was just…alone” hopefully that would do – he’d just have to make something else up if Arthur questioned him again.

A fresh start – yes, it would have to be, but Merlin wasn’t doing this for Arthur, no he was doing this for Gauis and his mother. If he had to endure the rest of his life in torment then so be it – he would be the best darn servant that Arthur had ever had, that was for sure. Merlin was also feeling pretty sure of himself right now – he’d prove to Arthur that he wasn’t just an idiot and if it took forever to convince him that he wasn’t useless then he was ready for that too.

“As fresh as the air!” he looked to Arthur with a cheerful smile and tone, but by the looks of the Prince’s face – he wasn’t as convinced as Merlin was. Oh well at least he was free from the nice cold and hard floor he’d spent the day on.
Merlin followed Arthur out of the dungeon, stopping suddenly as a guard went to herd him back in – the raise of Arthur’s hand made them think twice, and they stepped aside to let him pass. Merlin nodded smugly to them and continued to follow Arthur.

“So…what now?” he clapped his hands together and rubbed them, “mopping floors? Polishing armour? Washing socks?” he asked with excitement lacing his tone. He was trying to be as cheerful as possible and he knew that would get him through all those long working days that were yet to come.