Arthur watched as the horse carried Merlin away, fighting off the tears in his eyes. He needed to stay strong, to put on a mask to keep the knights in good spirit. But what he wanted to do more than anything was to shout Merlin's name, run after him and take him with. He realized how much he needed him, now more than ever.
But Merlin couldn't come, he was dying and for all Arthur knew he might not recover. He swallowed hard one more time, forcing the growing sadness back down.
"Please get better Merlin, for me" he whispered.