When Merlin leaves the castle and runs down the great stairs into the courtyard, he walks straight into Sir Galahad and Sir Percival's arms. Both stand next to their horses and prepare for their departure. Merlin hardly notices his two friends. Only when Sir Galahad grabs him by the sleeve and holds him, the young wizard stops. Stunned he looks up at the young knight. He looks around briefly. No one is watching. Then he looks into his eyes. "Merlin, take care of yourself. And Merlin? Bring back our king." Merlin just nods. "Merlin, come on. I know that you're going to look for him." Merlin smiles. "Sorry. It still feels strange that someone knows who I am." Sir Galahad nods. "Come back safely." He hugs him. "Run Merlin. If one can save him, it's you."

Just as he turns around to start running, Sir Percival stands before him. "What about me? I don't get a hug?" Merlin looks up at the big knight. Before he can say anything, he already takes him in his arms. Merlin is temporarily breathless. The man has strength and squeezes him together properly. He whispers. "Please Sir Percival .." The knight lets him go and grins. "I'll see you at the border of Lot's Kingdom." Merlin nods. Then the two knights jump on their horses and leave the courtyard. Merlin takes a deep breath. Then he puts one foot after the other. Almost automatically he gets faster and faster. Finally, he runs through the courtyard towards the lower town. As he turns briefly, he already sees the royal soldiers who gather in the courtyard. Sir Leon is on the stairs and commands them in one direction or another. So it begins again, the war begins again.

The Queen is in her council chamber and looks out the window. Gaius is by her side. Intently she watches the parade of troops. "Will he make it Gaius?" The old physician nods. "He will find and save him." Gwen looks at the old man standing beside her. And old he is indeed. There are deep wrinkles around his eyes. His mouth shows no emotion, only in the sad lighting of his eyes, the Queen can guess hope. Encouragingly, she smiles at him. "You're right. He will do it. We must believe in him."

Boom! Mordred has pushed Arthur from his horse. As Arthur's hands are tied behind his back, he can't prop up himself. Ungently the king lands with his face in the dirt. With difficulty he turns around. When he looks up, he looks into Mordred's nasty face. The wizard is still sitting in the saddle of his horse and looks down disgusted at the man lying on the ground. "The great king. Now he is in the dirt." He grins, then he leaves Arthur lie in place and rides back to Alvarr. "We're almost there. The rest of the way he can run." Alvarr nods. "Take a rope and tie him to my horse. Everyone in the camp shall see who we have captured here. Everyone shall see how helpless the mighty king is now." Alvarr nods again. He jumps off his horse and fetches a rope out of his saddle bag. Then he opens Arthur's shackles on the back and ties his hands together in front of his belly with the long rope. The other end he fixes to Mordred's saddle.

As Mordred goes on, he pulls the King himself. Arthur has difficulty to keep the pace that Mordred has taken. Again and again he stumbles and falls to the ground. The stony ground tears his clothes and tears his skin on knees and elbows. His face is dirty. Sweat runs down his forehead. Blood trickles from his nose down. Mordred grimly continues its way to the Grange Stone Circle at Lough Gur. Without mercy he pulls the king behind him. They have already crossed the border to Lot's Kingdom. From here it takes about 2 hours until they reach the river and the camp.