In the armory Merlin polishs last points of his king's armour, as Arthur enters the room. "Merlin is everything prepared?" Merlin nods: "Of course, My Lord." He takes the armour and starts to dress his king with the chainmail. As he closes the last closures, he sighs. Arthur can't stand the silence any longer: "Merlin, what is it? It is about the sword?" Merlin nods. Arthur sighs: "Merlin, concentrate! We are going to have a tournament in three days. I have to train. I don't need a servant who is in thoughts!" Merlin nods again and hands his king his sword.
Side by side, they walk towards the training ground. Sir Leon and Sir Galahad are waiting for Arthur. Merlin takes his place offside and watches them.
Cheerfully Arthur and his knights alternate during training. Soon they are sweated and breathless. After the three knights are completely exhausted, they walk back towards the castle. Only Arthur turns back to Merlin and hands him his sword: "Collect the weapons and then follow me. I wait for you in my chambers." Merlin nods and starts working, while Arthur and his knights leave the place. He watches them leaving, he is distracted. The king's sword falls down on the ground. As he stoops to lift it up, he wonders. There is a mark of blood on it. But that can't be. He polished it in the morning and during the training nobody got hurt. He frightens. What happens here? He lifts Arthur's sword up.
Immediately the blood disappears. Instead it shows pictures. Pictures of a fight. Merlin closes his eyes, but as he opens them again, there are still there. In the shine of the sword two men in armour are fighting. One of them he recognises right away. It is Arthur. He fights in the tournament. He wields his sword and gets parried by the other man. As Merlin sees the sword, his heart nearly stops. This sword, he would recognise it, even he would be blind. It has the notch, it is Mordred's sword. The man fighting with Mordred's sword hits Arthur. Arthur defends himself and raises his sword again. Finally the king hits the other man with his own sword. The king's sword turns bloody again. The enemy goes down on the ground. As he looses his helmet, Merlin recognises the leader of the bandits from his vision. But Arthur also goes down. His sword falls drenched in blood down next to his owner.
Than all is gone. The sword shines like always. Merlin frightens. He looks up to the castle. He is determined. He'll look for that sword. He'll look for that sword, alone, against the order of his king and against his promise he made.