Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter! Where are the reviews guys? :( Even if it's constructive critism, I don't mind! So yes, I'm hoping to have at least some reviews by the next chapter...maybe? So yes, on with the show! See you at the bottom!

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The hall in which the feast was taking place was all dolled up in its finery and a number of servants were walking around, putting the final touches to the hall. Merlin, who had just arrived with Arthur, leant against the door and thought back to his conversation he had had with Gaius only an hour before.

"Merlin, I believe I have some important information regarding Anwen Carmichael. I'm not too sure what to make of it, but it is important that you know. She isn't who she says she is."

Merlin approached Gaius and sat down opposite him, frowning.

"Why, what did she ask you about?"

"Well, you see, she originally came to Camelot in search of me. She has no recollection of her life. It seems she was attacked not a week ago, and her memory lost. All she knows is her name. Everything else she has said about herself is a lie."

"Why lie though? Why not come to you straight away?"

"She apparently believed that the only way she could seek my help was through winning the tournament and staying at the castle, which would allow her an excuse to be near to me without reason for suspicion. The thing is Merlin, I've seen her before, two or three years ago. She's a druid."

"What? That doesn't make any sense." Merlin looked baffled.

"But she doesn't know that she is from a druid camp Merlin, she is aware that she has weak magic, nothing to cause worry or harm, but she is unsure of where she learnt it. She's terrified she'll be executed."

"So what can we do? Can we give her anything to return her memory?"

"I'm not sure, but for now, we just have to look after her. Make sure nobody comes for her. I get the feeling her attackers planned this. They may even have planted the idea of the sword tournament in her head."

"Right." Merlin nodded slowly. "I have to go and help out in the kitchens before going to prepare Arthur. I'll watch her at this feast."

"That's my boy." Gaius smiled at his ward as he walked out of the chambers.

And since arriving at the feast, Merlin had done just that, except she wasn't there yet. Many of the guests were local noble families, along with the competitors and knights of Camelot. Women and men dressed in their finest clothing strided across the hall to greet the King and many came to congratulate Arthur on making it to the final. This seemed to have a worse effect as time wore on. Merlin could feel the Prince tense every time someone came over to greet him.

"I wish that Anwen woman would just show up and take the blessed sword already, where is she?"

"Sounds like somebody's a little jealous." Merlin muttered, turning to face Arthur and raising one eyebrow at Arthur cheekily.

"Of course not, I just want to get this over with." The Prince huffed and crossed his arms. Only moments later did Lady Morgana arrive alongside Anwen. Lady Morgana looked lovely as usual, with a trademark blue gown with gold hemming, a gold chain necklace and matching headband. All eyes were, as usual, on her, but a few noticed her companion, trailing behind her, gaze fixed on the floor. Anwen had until then been known as a man, so you can only imagine the shock when a elegant looking woman seemed to step into her place. In the place of plain clothes, was a beautiful red gown, simple, but effective. Her messy brunette hair had been half pulled up and the rest left to curl down her back. Even Arthur raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement. At this movement, Merlin turned round and followed Arthur's gaze. He felt his own jaw drop as he noticed Anwen. Her gaze was on the floor. Merlin wouldn't say she was as attractive nor as graceful as her companion, Morgana, but it was certainly a surprise to see her looking so...feminine.

The feast was as grand as you would expect it to be and as the tables were dragged away by the servants, the noblemen went about asking a lady to dance with them. Merlin remained stationed next to the door and jumped a little when Anwen appeared beside him.

"Why aren't you dancing? I'm sure there'll be plenty of offers. I-I mean, not everybody gets to dance with a female champion." Merlin stammered.

"I'm not overly fond of dancing; I have been told that I have the grace of a cow." She replied grimly, "Actually, I've never been that fond of feasts. I didn't plan on attending until Lady Morgana persuaded me."

"Oh." Was all Merlin could muster in reply. Why is Morgana being friendly with Anwen, when normally she keeps out of the way of guests?

"I know you know by the way."

This shocked Merlin out of his thoughts. "What?"

"About what I told Gaius. He's a good man; I can tell he's very fond of you. No doubt he told you to keep an eye on me?" She crossed her arms, cocking her head to one side curiously.

"I-uhrm..no, no he didn't." Merlin's voice raised a pitch and he coughed to hide it. Arthur's right, I'm a rubbish liar. "No, he told me, but he didn't want me to watch you. I don't think you've done anything wrong, coming here asking for help I mean." Anwen sighed in reply and leant against the wall. Arthur, obviously frustrated, strode over to the pair and said, through gritted teeth;

"My father has summoned you; it's time to receive the sword."

"Thank you Arthur." Anwen avoided Arthur's gaze – glare – and walked towards the front of the hall. The ceremony was long and tiresome, involving Uther making a long speech about peace between kingdoms and the important battles that the united armies must face, most importantly, the battle against magic. Anwen visibly winced at that part. Moments later, Anwen was given the sword and the feast was closed. Merlin hung back to wait for Arthur and watched as Anwen is congratulated by onlookers before she sneaks off to her room.

"Ready to go, sire?"

"Yes, goodnight father." Arthur nodded to the king before retreating to his chambers with Merlin. After a few minutes of silence as Merlin helped his friend prepare for bed, Arthur spoke up.

"I'll be glad to see the back of Anwen, if I'm honest. At least then the other knights may stop laughing at me every time she comes into view."

"Hate to be the bearer of bad news Arthur, but I think she'll be staying here for a while." Merlin chuckled, being careful not to give anything away.

"What? Why? She needn't stay here."

"I think she likes it here Arthur..."

"And how would you know that, Merlin?"

"I was speaking with her at the feast." Merlin explained, watching as Arthur climbed into bed. "She told me so herself."

"Hmm, fraternizing with the enemy I see. Well, you're excused for the evening. Don't be late tomorrow; I have to train the knights." Arthur waved Merlin off before pulling the covers over his head and sighing contentedly.

"Goodnight sire."

"Goodnight Merlin." Arthur said. Well, that's what Merlin assumes he says, because really all he can hear is, "Goohmmnigmm Merrin." As Arthur's head is buried in his pillow. Smiled to himself, Merlin leaves the room and heads to his own for some well deserved sleep.

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Spot the Harry Potter reference ;D

A/N - Thanks to Megwar for alerting me to the fact that the people of Camelot probably don't know what a hippopotomus is, and suggesting cattle ;D