A/N: Have you ever noticed that Merlin is getting hurt in some way almost every episode in Season Five? It's like writers said, "Well we hardly ever had Merlin get hurt in the past seasons, so let's make up for that this season by constantly trying to kill him."

Mordred walked in the royal kitchen just as Merlin was adding water to the tub on the stove.

"Couldn't you have just used magic for that?" Mordred asked making his presence known.

"Last time I did that. I nearly burned the king's foot off. Now as much as I hate our Hollow Queen, I'm not going to harm her. She'll tell Morgana and our lives will be threatened again," Merlin explained.

'Hollow Queen' had become Merlin and Mordred's nickname for the bewitched Gwen.

"Have you told Arthur yet?" Mordred asked.

"We don't have any proof. We might be sorcerers, but we still need to prove to him that what we're saying is true," Merlin said as he filled up another bucket of water and poured it into the tub.

"We're being watched," Mordred announced as he crossed the kitchen towards the other door.

Merlin followed right behind him.

"Who are you?" Mordred demanded as he opened the door.

"My name is Daegal," the boy replied.

"What do you want?" Merlin asked.

"My sister she's sick," Daegal answered.

"Take her to see Gaius," Merlin said as he stepped in front of Mordred and began to close the door.

"It wasn't safe. I had to leave her so I could here quicker. Please help?" Daegal pleaded as he showed Merlin a Druid tattoo.

Merlin looked at Mordred for a moment. Both of them thinking the same thing.

"In," Merlin said as opened the door wider and pulled the boy into the kitchen.

Once Merlin shut the door he looked at Mordred again, then at Daegal. "Where's your sister?"

"In the Valley of The Fallen Kings. Please she has the sweating sickness," Daegal answered.

Merlin sighed as he tried to decide what to do. It was clear that boy was not a Druid. If he was, he'd know that magic was legal again in Camelot. Ever since the ban had been repealed, the Lower Town had been filled with Druids, who were buying and trading almost everyday.

"That place is full of bandits," Mordred stated.

"I know, but if I continued to carry her, would have taken another day," Daegal said. "Will you help her. She's only six."

Merlin stared at the boy for a long moment before saying. "Meet me at the entrance to the Darkling Woods at first light."

"Thank you," the false Druid said, before he left.

Once the boy was gone Mordred to the opportunity to speak up. "Have you lost you mind?"

"Probably," Merlin said as he went back to filling the tub with water.

"You know that he's not Druid. That part is very clear. For all we know he could be in league with Morgana," Mordred exclaimed, glad that they were the only two in the kitchen.

"He might be, and if he is we can find out what Morgana is planning," Merlin stated.

"So you're going to risk your life?" Mordred guessed.

"Nope. Both of us are. You're coming to," Merlin said.

Mordred let his mouth drop open. "You can't be serious? The Sarrum of Amata is coming tomorrow. I have to be here."

"If Morgana really is behind this, I'm going to need all the help I can get. You're the only sorcerer I know who's good with a sword," Merlin explained.

"What are you going to tell Arthur?" Mordred asked.

"Nothing," Merlin said with a shrug as he poured one last bucket of water into the tub.

As Merlin finished packing his bag, Mordred knocked on the door as he walked in.

"Ready?" Mordred asked.

"He's going with you?" Gaius asked from his bed.

Merlin shoved his medical bag into his pack. "I might need some help. If we're not back by tomorrow afternoon, tell Arthur. Don't let let Gwen dissuade him."

"I'll do my best," Gaius promised.

When Merlin and Mordred walked into a clearing that marked the beginning of the Darkling Woods, they saw Daegal.

"How do we plan on approaching him with topic?" Mordred whispered.

"By being blunt," Merlin replied under his breath.

Just then Daegal turned and faced them. "You came."

"Here," Merlin tossed him a loaf of bread. "We brought you some breakfast."

Daegal caught the bread as he looked at Mordred. "What's he doing here?"

"Let me see your tattoo," Mordred ordered.

"Why?" Daegal asked.

"He's a Druid, and he's to help me confirm if you're lying or not," Merlin stated.

Reluctantly, Daegal held out his arm and showed the false tattoo to Mordred. The Druid knight grabbed his wrist as he opened his waterskin and poured water over the tattoo.

The black ink mixed with the water and began to drip onto the forest floor.

"Who are you?" Merlin ordered.

"Morgana sent me," Daegal replied, hanging his head.

"What does she want?" Mordred asked, letting go of the liar's wrist.

"I think she and the queen mean to kill the king," Daegal answered.

Merlin turned and looked at Mordred. "Go and warn Arthur. Make sure Gwen doesn't try to make any plans."

"What about you?" Mordred asked.

"Daegal is going to lead me to Morgana. I'll take care of her," Merlin answered.

"Do you have a death wish?" Mordred questioned.

"According to Gwaine, I'm to stubborn to die," Merlin stated. "Now go. Arthur needs you."

Mordred placed his hand on Merlin's shoulder. "Good luck, Merlin."

"You too," Merlin said.

Mordred then took off running, back to Camelot.

Merlin stared at Daegal for a long two minutes before saying. "You lied to me."

"I didn't have a choice," Daegal pleaded.

Merlin sighed. "Let's get going. Best not to keep the witch waiting."