"Merrrrlin," a voice hissed in the night. "Merrrrrrlin," it insisted.
Fuzzy with sleep, he shook it off. He clung to his dream, something involving mounds of whipped cream and maybe chocolate. He licked his lips and moaned, hearing himself as he realized Arthur was shaking him awake.
"Merlin, what's wrong? You were moaning."
"Mmmm? I was dreaming, but there was a voice interrupting me."
"Merlin," the voice came again.
The young magician started. "There, did you hear that?"
"No. What are you hearing?"
Merlin sat up.
"Oh no, it's Kilgharrah!"
"But, that should be good, right? He was frozen before."