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Uther's chambers, why his chambers?

Couldn't it be Arthur's chambers?

Or a secret vault that nobody else knew about? Wouldn't that be a good idea?

The answer to all those questions seemed to be a resounding no.

As Merlin redid his concealment spell he began thinking about the map, was it like the map that Kilgarrah had forbidden him to use, or was it different?

The sun seemed to have gotten brighter since he had left the castle and it illuminated things that he hadn't seen in months, the look of the castle, how the sun could reflect off the stone and make it look...beautiful.

Since Freya had died not many things to Merlin were beautiful but the way the light reflected making the ugliest thing become beautiful held a special spot in his heart, it was the reason why he still believed after all this time that Morgana could change.

Although was just a stupid dream now.

But he still wished for it.

How long did he have left?

It had been one in the afternoon when he left but he feared he may have taken longer then he had hoped to. The great dragon really did take longer to say things then old people, Giaus was old and he didn't take years over his speech.

Sighing Merlin seemed to shake his head trying to displace his thoughts, he didn't have time to be critiquing Kilgarrah, he needed to find the map.

With more speed then a Kenyan road runner he made his way from the square into the Castle, just missing maids, knights and other important people, even the traitor Agravaine who seemed to have just got back from another kingdom, after all the traitor had been over on a business trip trying to confirm piece treaties and it seemed to have worked, well that's what Merlin could sense from the gossip he had gathered from maids and servants that he ran past.

In a panting stop he finally found the door that he wanted and he gulped in the much air he needed before slowly opening the unlocked door. He could see Uther practically comatosed in a chair, the man's eyes staring at nothing, his mind probably a palace of worry.

It was a saddening sight but it gave Merlin the much-needed cover for his little hunt. He gave a little smile as he used the same spell that he used in the vaults to find the other map.

"Ní féidir liom a fhaigheann tú, agus mar sin teacht chugam"

Although his words were followed by empty air, nothing happened and Merlin could almost taste the palpable silence.

Why didn't it work?

He had used the right spell, he was a Warlock it wasn't like his power was weedy.

Another sigh later he began searching the old fashioned way. Nothing was in draws(he had to open them quietly)nothing seemed to be in the cupboards, not even under the bed(except for dust bunnies)(no really dust bunnies)Merlin seemed to not be able to stop sighing, he was on the verge of quitting-something that he never really did-when his feet displaced a box-meaning he tripped over it-it wasn't beautiful or looked like anything special, but he could feel something, something was inside that didn't feel like it should be In the room but before he could open it, the door seemed to swing open and Arthur, Agravaine and Giaus seemed to step it.

"Oh god" were the only words in his vocabulary that he could muster but thankfully the possy of people were not looking at him, they were surrounding the king, talking to him, encouraging him to try and get better, you name it they did it.

As Giaus finished saying his piece Merlin began to move, the box was now invisible in his hands and nobody could see him, although Giaus may have had a clue that the young Warlock was there.

He skipped out of the room, running again as he wondered where he could go?His room nobody would be there.

With a few turns of his body he was racing down the corridor to his chambers and was soon there, inside nobody was there and the door to his room was not disturbed either.

Smiling with the fact that he maybe a little closer to finding out what was in the box he removed his concealment spell and kicked open the door which revealed a very unpretty sight, there sat on the bed was a very quizzical Gwaine.

"Giaus said that you were sick and on your death bed, he told me to stay outside your chambers and make sure you were ok, but when I looked it I found nobody and that's when it struck me, I heard your voice before I blanked out and when I came to I had Arthur shouting at me about something I had supposedly done, and then I found something in your room, a magic book, either you tell me what's going on or I'll report you to Arthur" Gwaine seemed to catch his breath as he realised that he hadn't taken a single breath in that sentence as the young Warlock looked at his best friend stunned.

What had he done?

So many ideas were running through his head right now, he could send his best friend flying against the wall and knock him out, or he could do a forgetting spell. Or he could tell him the truth, but which one?

His mind reeled with the death of Lancelot and his eyes became balls of worry as he became stunned.

He had no idea how he was going to get out of this predicament.