The sun is shining in Camelot. It is already noon and it is hot out there. Merlin still lies in his bed and sleeps tight. "Merlin! Merlin, where are you?" The young sorcerer jumps up and holds his head. He moans. The voice of his master calls him again. "Merlin! I'm waiting!" He looks around. There is nobody else in his room. Where does this voice come from? As his king angrily shouts at him: "Merlin, get out of your bed! Move!", Merlin realises that Arthur uses the crystal to call him in his mind. He sighs. His head is killing him, he hardly can concentrate. His king gets louder. "Merlin, I await you immediatly!" His servant closes his eyes. Carefully he answers: "My Lord, I'm hurrying. Just give me a moment." Silence. Silence in his head. And Merlin falls back down on his bed. For a moment there is nothing but silence.
But Arthur knows him. Some seconds later, he calls his friend again. "Merlin, I'm not calling you again. If you aren't in my room during the next five minutes, I'll send you guards. They'll make you spend the next day in a cell!" The young sorcerer sits up. His king sounds really angry now. He stands up and reels out of his room. His head hurts and his stomach thinks about to empty himself. As he enters Gaius room, his mentor looks at him compassionately. "Merlin do you had to overdo it so? You know, you cannot keep up with the knights." Merlin immerse his face into cold water just to be able to look out of his eyes. It feels, as if somebody is knocking with a hammer at his head. As he looks up, he looks into his king's eyes. "Arthur!" The King of Camelot isn't pleased. "Merlin what is wrong? I was calling you the entire morning! Didn't you hear me? And why did you stay in bed until now?" Without noticing, he gets louder and louder. "Merlin, are you listening? Merlin! Answer!"
Merlin nods and holds his head. "Arthur, please, I beg you. I do everything you want me to, but please calm down. My head hurts with every word you speak." Now Arthur is entirely angry. He shouts at him. "You, you are going into my chambers immediatly and start working!" He turns around and leaves the room. Gaius is wondering, he looks at Merlin. "What is wrong? Did you argue?" Merlin shakes his head. "I wished I knew. Have I forgotten a special day? Gaius?" His mentor thinks about it and shakes his head. "No, not that I know." Merlin sighs and catches an apple before he leaves the room.
As Merlin enters his master's chamber, Arthur is looking out of the window. "Merlin, nice that you are already here." His servant makes a step towards him. "Arthur, what is wrong? What have I done? I know I overslept, but this isn't the reason, why you are that irritated? Is it?" Arthur sighs. He looks disgusted at Merlin and makes a step backwards. "Merlin, you are smelling like a whole tavern! Don't tell me, this is the reason why you overslept?" Merlin looks ashamed to the ground. "If fear, it is. As I finished working yesterday, I have met Sir Percival and Sir Galahad on my way home in the courtyard. I had no chance. They just took me with them. We toasted because Sir Percival returned, and then we toasted to Sir Gwaine and of course we toasted to you..." "And already you have been drunken . Then it is already a wonder that you are on your legs now!"
Arthur looks accusingly. "And you didn't thought that I also would like to have heard Sir Percival's storys about Sir Gwaine?" Now his voice sounds offended. "How much did the knights drink?" Merlin shakes his head. "I don't know. When I went home, they were still celebrating." His king looks again out of the window. "Thanks. Not enough that you are still drunken, now my daily workout takes place with two drunken knights." He sighs. "First Mordred, you go to the tavern without me, and at least this terrible drought. It wasn't raining since weeks." He looks back to Merlin. "Is it a wonder that your carelessness annoys me?" Merlin shakes his head. "I'm sorry." His king nods. "Start working. They are waiting for me at the training ground. You have to dress me. Did you prepared my armour?" Merlin nods. "Of course, My Lord." The young sorcerer walks towards the door. Before he leaves the room to bring on Arthur's armour, he pauses. "Arthur? You know how happy I'm, that you use your crystal to talk with me in my mind. But I fear you are right. We should be more careful. We should use it in future only in emergency." The King of Camelot grins. "You still have a headache!" Merlin looks at him accusingly. And Arthur adds. "Yeah, it's alright. I do as you suggest."