Merlin has now reached the field where Aithusa impatiently is waiting for him. Furious, she hisses at him. "This has taken far too long! Where were you?" Merlin stands in front of her. He is completely out of breath and gasping for air. "Lasted too long? Eventually I can not fly like you!" He puts his arms in his hips. Skeptical he looks up at her. "Are you able to carry me?" Aithusa laughs. "You lightweight? Of course." She bends down to him and allows the young wizard to climb up on her. "Hold on. We're in a hurry! We have wasted enough time!" And even before Merlin can clasp the neck properly, she already opens her wings and takes off with momentum off the ground. He just caught her neck with one hand, then he feels the wind in his hair. "How far is it? How long will it take?" "As long as it takes, as fast as my wings will carry us." Merlin gives up. To speak with a disgruntled dragon is pointless.

The two knights Sir Galahad and Sir Percival reach a crossroads. Was the last way still together in front of them, he now divides. They exchange a last look, then they leave in opposite directions. Just at that moment darkens the sky for a moment. Then it's already over. Unnoticed by both Aithusa and Merlin have already overtaken the knights. What seemed to be a quick cloud, was in reality a dragon and his dragonlord.

Mordred and Arthur Alvarr have left the main road. The road gets smaller here. It leads into the heart of a forest. As the thicket thins slightly, Arthur is astonished. In the heart of the forest, not visible from the main road, is a great camp. Tents are built up here, grazing horses and there are waggons on the edge of the small road. Between all that small fires burn. Women and men sitting around it. Children romp through the forest. Mordred rides slowly through the camp. Slowly but surely he pulls the King of Camelot with him. They come from all directions. Together they form an alley. Arthur is surprised. This should be the people who are responsible for the human sacrifice? That shall be wizards? These are just normal people. Families with children and elderly. Terrified they wince when he looks in their direction. They fear him. Although he is tied on a horse, they fear him. Arthur turns away and focuses on Mordred in front of him.

The path seems to have no end. More and more people appear. More and more people look at him scornfully and yet anxious. Worried mothers take their children into their arms. The men look at each other in horror. Then it is done. In front of a large tent Mordred stops and jumps off his horse. Arthur is completely out of breath. Sweat runs in streams down his back and chest. Exhaustion has overtaken him. He falls down on his knees. Mordred is in front of him and puts the rope of his horse and from the shackles of the king. Then he gets behind Arthur and knocks him down. "Look at him. This is the great King of Camelot. This is the man that you all fear." Curious all people come and close the circle around the man, who is on all fours on the ground. Then Mordred kicks Arthur, so he comes to lie in front of a large post which is placed in front of the tent. There are a few iron handcuffs on the post, that Mordred now closes around the wrists of the King. As his eyes change color, they have become so tightly wrapped around his wrists, that a strip off or even movement is impossible. Exhausted, the King fights into the seat and leans on the post. "Don't worry, he won't harm you. He's just a simple man. Without his knights and his sword, he is helpless."

He then pulls the he Sword of the King out of the bracket on his horse. "And here is his famous sword. The King's Sword." And like a prized trophy he holds it up into the sun. He swings it around and wields it over Arthur's head. All hold their breath. Mordred grins. Then he takes the sword and disappears closely followed by Alvarr in the tent. He leaves the King tied like an animal and sitting under the prying eyes of the others. Arthur closes his eyes. For a moment he is determined to call Merlin. But then he remembers his words. "Do not let him know that you can do that." Merlin is right. And anyway, he's probably already on the way here.

When he opens his eyes, he looks into the eyes of a little girl. She has two long blond pigtails and smiles at him confidently and without fear. "My mother said you're a bad man. She said, you are responsible for many deaths." She studies him. "But you don't look like a bad man." Then she sits down beside him and hands him a cup of water. As he looks up, he notes that he is now surrounded by many children. All push themselves close around him. With wide eyes they look at him. They are astonished and attentive. He takes a sip. That's all he is able to do. He tries to say something but his voice failed. Ashamed, he lowers his gaze. To endure the looks of the children, to look into the eyes of these innocents, is worse than any battle he has fought.

Then Mordred comes out of the tent and shoos the children away. The people went back to their tents. Among hundreds he remains alone. Again he closes his eyes. He has never thought about it. For him, wizards were always evil adults. Up to the time as Merlin has revealed his magic. But he has never thought about families, women and children. The only sorceresses, he knew, have tried to kill him. He quietly talks to himself. "Merlin was right. I don't know these people and yet I've doomed." He shakes his head. "Children, I also led this fight against sorcery against children .. " Tears are runing down to the usually so self-assured King's cheeks. Tears of shame.