As they walk through the square, Morgana leaning heavily on Merlin's arm and limping as heavily as she convincingly can, she feels terror grip her hard. You're a powerful sorceress, Morgana tries to tell herself, and to be fair Arthur's not entirely wrong about you. So calm down. But she can't. Her heart is beating so much it feels like a bird trapped inside her, throwing itself against the walls in its urgent haste to get out. It doesn't help that the blanket covers her face so much that she can't really see anything. Her hands are shaking so much perhaps she actually does look like a very elderly citizen.

Morgana almost screams as someone calls to Merlin, "You, boy!"

Merlin pivots slowly. The world stops turning.

"I need someone to help me round up my chickens and get them back in the barrow, you'll help me won't you?" continues the voice of an older woman. Morgana breathes again, but Merlin doesn't - he's spotted Arthur with Camelot's guards entering a house at the far side of the square. He tugs gently at Morgana's arm, saying to the woman, "I'll just escort Grandfather home and then I'll come back and help you, okay?"

"They're here," he whispers to Morgana through clenched teeth, "Don't run. Walk slowly and don't turn around."

The bird in Morgana's chest resumes its fierce self battering. They walk slowly, Morgana jumping each time she hears Arthur's clear voice carry across the square.

It seems to take an eternity before Merlin murmurs, "In here." The air becomes immediately cooler, and Morgana pushes away her head covering to see that they're in the maze of tunnels which stretch under the castle.
Merlin guides her down a complicated mess of passageways before turning into a small circular chamber. There are four candles in the room, which Merlin doesn't light, and a scrap of red fabric (a dress?) lying in one corner. Morgana feels a surge of jealousy despite the fear. "So, how many other girls have you brought down here before me?" she asks as lightly as she can.

Merlin is kneeling on the ground, tucking the fabric into his belt. "She died," he says simply, without turning around.

Before Morgana has time to respond to this, a metallic sound followed by a man's voice startles them both. Morgana gives a gasped half scream, looking at Merlin with pleading, desperate eyes. Merlin stands up slowly, appearing as scared as she does. He pulls her back against the wall, holds a finger to his lips. Morgana tries to breathe. If they catch her, they will kill her. She doesn't want to die. The voices come closer, surely they're only just around the corner now.

"Be careful if you find her, she's got powerful magic. Kill her immediately, don't show any mercy or you'll be the dead one," Arthur's voice is clear and loud so close to them now.

Morgana can't help the scream that escapes her lips, and Merlin clasps a hand tight over her mouth. Her eyes, wide and terrified above his fingers. Her body, thin as a shadow but too solid to become one.

"Has anyone looked in here?" asks Arthur.

Merlin gives Morgana desperate look and then lets go of her, ignoring her pleading arms as he walks towards the king. "Arthur!" Merlin shouts.