Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.
I'm afraid Camelot cannot help. Merlin let those words replay in his mind as he went over the audience his mother had just had with the king. When Merlin had heard the reason for his mother being in Camelot, he had been extremely angry. His village, and more specifically, his mother, was in danger. Their own king had denied them help, refusing to take responsibility for what was going on. Now, King Uther, his mother's last real chance of hope, had also denied them help, and all because of some accord that had been struck with the two kingdoms.
Merlin sighed to himself. He knew what he needed to do. He would have to go back to Ealdor with his mother. His magic was the only thing that could possibly help his village now. In his mind Merlin knew that if he left Camelot now, he wouldn't be returning. The thought filled him with great sadness. He would miss Gaius, Gwen, the Lady Morgana, and even Arthur. Merlin knew it was the right decision though. His mother's safety came first, no matter what.