The King and his three knights ride in slow pace along the road towards Camelot. The flags of the city are already visible above the trees. Still about 30 minutes and they'll be back. The atmosphere is tense and Arthur is inward-looking. Sir Leon rides beside him. Sir Percival and Sir Galahad follow them at a slight distance. "Sire, you are quiet today. Is it because of Merlin? Soon, he surely feels better again. Gaius will have cured this small illness in a flash." Encouragingly, he smiles at him. "Thank you, Sir Leon. But that's not it. I'm worried about Mordred. He has set the city on fire and incited the people. Then still these rumors about the big druid meeting in Lot's kingdom and the human sacrifices." He sighs and shakes his head. "What else? What comes next? Does this never come to an end?"

Sir Leon nods. "I understand what you mean. But we actually do not know exactly whether there has been this human sacrifice. Don't you have sent a messenger to King Lot?" Arthur thinks it over briefly. He knows that the human sacrifice is not just a rumor. But how can he explain it to him? That a dragon has told him? "The messenger should arrive today at King Lot and is expected back tomorrow. Then I hope we will know more." He nods at Sir Leon and looks around for his two other companions. The two knights look just as strained as him himself. But they also try to not to show. Nevertheless they look around attentively again and again.

Every noise caughts their attention, every move is questioned. But it is quiet on the road. When Arthur looks forward again towards Camelot, he stops. His look roams briefly Sir Leon, then King and knight draw their swords simultaneously. This movement now has alerted the two other draw their swords and catch up to the King. Before them on the street a man lies face down and doesn't move. The King and his knights look around. Nothing. Except the man on the street is nothing to see. Arthur jumps off his horse and walks carefully up to the man. He kneels down beside him to the ground and turns him around. The sight is horrible. Instantly Arthur retreats. The man is dead. With rigid wide open eyes he looks into the void. The pure fear stands in his face. Wouldn't there gape a deep wound close to his heart, one might think that he had died of fear. It is the messenger whom Arthur had sent to King Lot already yesterday. But why is he here now? The King and his knights have ridden here an hour ago. At this time there was no one here. Scary.

The King looks up at his knights. "Keep your eyes open. Something is wrong here." And such as proof of his words all three knights fall from their horses at the same time and end up unconscious in the dust of the road. His sword raised to defend, Arthur slowly turns around. Before him stands a young man who is dressed in black. His eyes shine malicious. Around his corners of his mouth is a nasty grin. "Hello Arthur." It is Mordred. Before the king can react the eyes of the magician light up again. His sword flies from his hand directly into the hand of Mordred. The king winces. "Mordred. What do you want?" Mordred holds the sword and wields it in the sunlight. "A really nice blade. I suppose you have to thank for Merlin for it? Haven't you? Strange, where is he your servant? Or should I say your wizard? He is not here to protect to you? A pity. I had been looking forward to ram him your sword into his heart. Now I must be content that I have found you."

He raises his sword and holds it at Arthur's neck. At the same time he takes a step forward. Arthur swallows. "Mordred. If you kill me now, you will get to know the entire wrath of Camelot." The magician laughs. "I won't kill you now. That would be too easy. Where's the fun?No, I'm not going to make it that simple. First, I will ensure that your watch your beloved kingdom going down. Only then I will redeem you." "You'll never succeed. Camelot won't go down. The values that make up Camelot, will continue to exist with Gwen. Merlin will save Camelot and protect Gwen." Mordred smiles nasty. "Will he? Yeah? I don't think so. I think he will look after you. The little fool loves you too much. And I will wait for him. He will watch everything he loves going down." Then he takes the handle of the sword and hits it to the king's head. Arthur faints on the floor.

Instantly Alvarr comes out of the forest with two horses. "Tie him up and bind him on his horse. Alvarr nods and bends over the king. "What about the other knights? Shouldn't we take advantage of the opportunity and kill them?" Mordred shakes his head. "No. We still need them. Someone must still tell the Queen what happened. And who should lead the army? No, they will die soon enough. For now we have what we need. All in good time." He smiles nasty and puts the King's Sword in his belt. He turns towards his horse. "Everything goes according to plan."