I realise that I am one day late with this, but I was trying to reach an important event and I failed. So, now because I have decided to cover it with its own chapter, I thought you guys deserved to read this one (which is long, I seem to be writing more and more content now).
This is dedicated to...elena2awesome, who gave me some very good advice and wasn't afraid to be critical of my work. I hope you like it (but you'll probably only feel more confused).
And for the Butter lovers, I hope you like their section...
In Memory of the Fallen
Chapter 21 – He Needs Me
Merlin's POV
Merlin stood in his position of manservant beside and a little behind Arthur, who was acting King. Merlin could tell, almost see the anger that was rolling off Arthur in waves. He had been in to see his three injured men (and with reports from Gaius, apparently tried to stay for a long time) but then Arthur was kicked out to let his men rest. Subsequently, he decided –and with good reason to- to find the one man, who had done it, so was organising the patrols.
"Tonight," The Once and Future King proclaimed as he stood on the top step, looking down on all of his men who were formed in neat battalion rows. "Men, we saw a man and unfortunately, former Lord-"
"He's still a lord to me," Somebody in the garrison of soldiers muttered audibly, causing a surge of anger and hatred from Merlin, but quickly fell silent when Arthur continued with a hint of his anger which, not surprisingly, Merlin shared.
"Former Lord attacks a fellow Comrade and seriously wounded two others, as well as trying to injure, Sir Percival."
"Hear hear," the –presumably- same man said, and this time, the King of Camelot didn't bother to try and mishear it and instead, bellowed;
"Does anybody have a problem with Sirs Percival or Gwaine? Do any of you think that this... mad man who is roaming on the streets of Camelot actually has a point? Do you agree with him? Because, if so," Arthur shouted, his fury clear. "If so, you may leave now, leave this guard, leave your home, leave Camelot and never come back."
Nobody moved and Merlin couldn't blame them. Arthur was terrifying when he was this angry.
"Do I make myself clear?" Arthur roared and what would have been a comical effect at some other time, several men jumped right out of their skin. The King looked angrily on, silent in his fury for a few minutes, and Merlin noticed that his men started to shift, uncomfortable when his powerful gaze landed on them.
"Arthur," Merlin whispered, walking forward a step so he could put a comforting hand on the King's shoulder. "They haven't done anything wrong. Let's just... Let's just find the man who did all of this, and then we can all go and be with Gwaine... and the others." Merlin added, thinking that the guards who had tried to stop the mad Lord were honourable and should be rewarded.
It did take around a minute, but eventually, Arthur regained control. Those who were in firm support (Merlin, all of the Knights of the Round Tables, some of the Nobles -but not enough, Merlin thought harshly) of what he was doing and had done looked on in sympathy as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.
"Form groups consisting of four men and patrol the city. Sir Leon!" Arthur barked and in haste, his deputy ran up to him.
"Yes, Sire." Leon said.
"Arrange a rota so there will always be patrols – and they can get rest and food." Arthur ordered. "Also, give the citizens a warning of the peril they face if they find him. Tell them they must report any suspicious activity to the nearest patrol or guard."
"Of course sire." Leon said bowing and was just about to turn away when he hesitated, then awkwardly came back to stand before his King. "Arthur?"
The King looked up and Merlin was amused to see that he was shocked that Leon wasn't using his title (the particular Knight was all for decorum). "Yes?"
Leon looked distinctly uncomfortable, then said; "We will find this man Sire, I promise. And we will bring him to justice."
"I- Thank you, Leon." Arthur said, clearly taken aback by what his Knight had done. Leon turned to face the rows of men stationed below him and yelled; "Form out."
The groups that the soldiers had arranged them into began to march out, and then started to branch off as they all took a different route. And whilst the King was gazing out at his men, the Knights of the Round Table and (Merlin was surprised to note) several Lords gathered behind him.
"We await your order, Arthur." The Warlock called, making the Once and Future King turn around. Only because Merlin knew Arthur so well, he was able to distinguish the surprise that the King quickly concealed on his face as he looked out upon the many bodied group.
"Form into pairs, and copy what the others are doing but stay closer to the Citadel to stop him from coming back and attacking more of our loyal men." They all yes sired and began to do just that, with everybody in their own little group apart from Merlin, who stood to the side and looked on.
"Sir Percival and Merlin," Arthur called, and in surprise, the manservant looked up. "Stay here at the citadel and guard the Queen." Arthur ordered, not bothering to see if he would get an answer as he walked swiftly ahead of them. "All move out!"
Percival waited whilst Merlin looked anxiously on as Arthur delved into the city alone. The manservant stood there for a minute or two, indecisive as to what he was doing. He was just about to open his mouth when Percival (surprisingly) got there first.
"Go after him Merlin. Gwen will be with Gwaine or the Butters anyway. It'll be easy to guard them. Besides, family sticks together and Arthur needs you right now."
But still, Merlin remained there, slightly stunned by what Percival had just uttered. The Gentle Giant's words revolved around in his head in the moments that Merlin was silent and trying to make up his mind. Family sticks together and Arthur needs you.
Then, haven decided what he was going to do, Merlin flashed a quick smile towards Percival, even though he wasn't feeling particularly happy at that point and said; "Thanks, Percival, I owe you one!" Then, Merlin ran off in the direction of his beloved King, missing the final words that Percival spoke as he stood there watching the manservant disappear before turning around and heading inside to guard his charges.
"Family sticks together... Or else they fall apart."
Night stretched into day, and before Merlin knew it, four days passed. He had calmed down considerably since that night, but his anger had not dissipated. No, it was still there, deep inside him, except that Merlin controlled it more now, not letting it get in the way of performing duties. But it resurfaced every single time he went to sleep and the horrific scene played out in his head and in his dreams. The anger made itself known to him in the little odd quiet moments, when he didn't have the business of life to occupy him. That was why he did two jobs.
He alternated between helping Gaius and out with Arthur and the patrols searching for the mad Lord. But Merlin had a sneaking suspicion that somehow, at some point, he had managed to break out of the city, even though there had been extra garrisons stationed and all of the exits (apart from the ones that the Warlock used, obviously) sealed and everybody and everything was searched in and out – although what was the point of searching what was going into the city was a mystery to him).
With Gaius' two patients (whose family received gifts from the queen as a thank you for putting their lives at risk trying to apprehend him) discharged after two days when their injuries had healed completely, it meant that the Physician could solely focus on Gwaine. It also meant that people (cough Arthur cough) couldn't visit the soldiers and accidently end up besides the Fallen Knight's bedside. Merlin's own patient, the little servant boy Dastan had recovered fairly well and visited Gwaine in every spare moment he had... with Lady –Margarine- Butter in tow.
She was a curious case, Merlin reflected as he walked down the corridors towards the Butters chambers where he had arranged to visit them. She was strangely shy of everybody, including Gwen (who was about as harmful as a Bumblebee) but had comforted the little boy, even against her husband's wishes (a fact that Merlin had noticed, even if he had been so angry at the time).
She had not even minded when her beautiful dress had gotten soaked in the disgusting mixture that had formed around Dastan, but then Merlin remembered; hadn't it been dirty anyway? There had been a huge amount of mud on the under petticoats and her fine, felt boots. This still concerned the manservant, but he supposed that it was none of his business, for they were probably dirty because she had gone for a walk or something.
Now, she had seemingly taken Dastan underneath her wing and they were inseparable. She came with the boy every time he visited Gwaine, and sometimes on her own as well, though never for long. But when she did, she would nurture the Drunk in a way that Merlin could only describe as lovingly (but that probably was not the case considering she's married). They ate together in either their chambers or when dining with the Royals, for it seemed that neither Dastan, nor Lady Butter wanted to let the other out of their sight.
Lady Butter had even gone to the pains of organising a room for the poor Servant Boy next door to her own chambers. Dastan's room was complete with a massive double bed and a little comfy fainting couch. And Merlin had received information (which obviously came from the Kitchens and more specifically, Mary who thought that he needed to know considering he was the King's manservant) that most nights, Lady Margarine (Merlin still couldn't believe the fact that she had told Dastan's her first name in front of the entire court) slept in Dastan's chambers with him, to keep him company for apparently, he was having terrible nightmares. In fact, that was why Merlin was going to their room in the first place...
Merlin knocked hesitatingly on the old, wooden door to the Butters Chambers. When the invite came, he stood still for a moment, before taking the plunge and going in.
The first thing he noticed about the Butters chambers was the fact that it was very dark, or maybe it was simply that outside, in the corridors that Merlin had just walked through, they were incredibly light. For Merlin could hardly see a single thing (and because he had magic running through his veins, his senses were stronger than most) so he stood there uncertainly in front of the doorway, letting his eyes adjust to the different conditions.
When they did, he realised that Lady Butter and Dastan weren't in the room (at least, as far as he could see, anyway), but instead there was only Lord Butter, dressed in his usual clothes (Forest colours, etc. Merlin was beginning to think that was the only clothes he brought) who was sitting at a writing desk apparently writing letters -or though attempting was probably a more suitable word, Merlin thought as he gazed critically around him seeing as there was little to no light penetrating that far, so he couldn't see that well.
The second thing he spotted was that the room was a tip. Literally and figuratively speaking. It was almost as bad as the Royals -which was saying something because even if Gwen did help tidy up it still somehow came out in a tip- except that in this chamber, there wasn't any clothes on the floor and in some places, it was pristine. For instance, one of those places was in the -albeit very dark- corner or the room, where if he walked forward a miniscule amount... There! Merlin could see an edge of a wooden pole, going vertically upwards for about fifteen inches before curving inwards and it was lost in the gloom.
But before he could see what the mysterious object was, a cough sounded and looking startled Merlin quickly turned around to view Lord Butter who assumedly made the noise.
"Stop coughing boy! Now, what do you want?"
Merlin started in surprise at what he said, but seeing his impatient glance, he replied; "I was summoned here by Lady Butter? She has requested medical attention, but seeing as the Court Phy-"
"I didn't request your life story, boy." Lord Butter said, cutting across the Manservant's speech. "My Wife" He said in a curious way, his murky green eyes so unfathomably deep that Merlin couldn't read any emotion from them. "Is in the other room."
"Thank you." Merlin said, bowing to the Noble who resumed to his writing when he saw the manservant turn and take a few steps to the exit. "My Lord?" He asked cautiously, as he stood there looking around for matches before patting his pocket and realising he had some there.
"You still here?" Lord Butter sniped, but Merlin ignored the comment and ploughed on.
"Shall I light some more candles for you and open the blinds?" Merlin asked, already in his servant mode as he briskly moved to the nearest candle and began the procedure of lighting it. Once he had lit those, he quickly moved onto the next, so he already had five candles lit (and was getting closer to the mysterious corner) when, Lord Butter shouted out in a rather alarming manner;
"NO!"
Seeing Merlin's (understandably) look of shock and surprise, Lord Butter seemingly gained control of himself once more and said stiffly; "I work better in the semi darkness-"Here Merlin snorted, daring to interrupt the Lord for he wouldn't call this almost pitch-blackness semi darkness. But seeing Lord Butter's dangerously raised eyebrows, the Warlock quickly schooled his features into that of an amiable servant. "And although it was kind of you to offer, I really would not like it. Don't do it again."
And with that, the Noble's lecture ceased, so subsequently Merlin realised that it was a dismissal. Walking to the door and casting one last glance into the room, Merlin was surprised to see Lord Butter watching him, a queer look in those deep, cold eyes.
Merlin stood outside in the corridor once again, leaning against the cool, stone wall as he gazed at the tapestry situated across from where he was standing. He gazed in silence for a moment, letting the heebie jeebies that he had felt when in the room with Lord Butter die down for a moment and his pounding heart return to its normal rate. When he decided that he was calm once again, he walked over to the other door in the stone corridor and stared at it before once again, Merlin knocked on an old wooden door in hesitance, but this time, when the invite came, he relaxed immediately and went in, for the word were spoken in a soft female tone – Lady Butter's.
"Hello? Who's that- Oh, there you are Merlin! I was just beginning to get worried!" Lady Butter's soft voice sounded and when Merlin pinpointed where it was coming from, he found her at the head of the big four poster bed, where Dastan was lying, tucked in underneath the covers. The boy's face was pale and sweat lingered on his forehead. His eyes were ringed red, though if that was from crying, lack of sleep or a combination of both, Merlin couldn't tell.
"Lady Butter," Merlin said with a little nod, regarding her clothes with interest.
Today, she was wearing a long dress with long sleeves of a pale creamy yellow colour, but her sleeves were slashed to let a burnt brown through, as if it was over boiled butter flowing down her arms. Her beautiful blonde hair was tired in a simple (but rather exquisite) plait, which gave Merlin the impression that she only wanted it out of her face, yet it still had to look presentable. The manservant wondered idly if all of the clothes she wore was designed to have something to do with dairy colours, but quickly pushed that thought away; there were more pressing matters then the colours that she wore.
"Please, Merlin." Lady Butter said gently, "we have already gone through this. I don't wish to be called that, I wish to be called Margarine."
"But you are a Noble," Merlin protested, "I can't disobey the rules."
"Fine," She retorted, looking angry though Merlin could detect a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "Then call me Lady Margarine."
Merlin sighed overdramatically and turned to face Dastan who faintly smiled as he looked on the commotion that Merlin had partially deliberately made. It was Servant's instinct to call the Nobles that he didn't know so well their titles, so he naturally called her that, even though she had begged him not to many a time over the last few days.
"Hello, Dastan." Merlin said, as he walked over to the boy's bedside. "Can you believe her?"
He received a faint smile at that, which grew slightly bigger when Lady Butter said indignantly; "I am still in the room you know!"
But the smile was short lived, and seeing this, Merlin asked; "Now, what's the matter with you then?"
He saw the boy wince when he spoke but at Lady Butter's tender touch, the pain apparently went away. "I have..." Dastan faltered, tailing off as pain flashed across his screwed up face, but he continued. "I have a headache, and... my dreams, my dreams haunt me every night." He whispered the horror of what he witnessed clear in his eyes.
"Please, make it stop. Merlin, please make it stop." Dastan pleaded, his eyes going up and up till they reached Merlin's own. He relaxed suddenly at what he found there, and even more so when Merlin spoke in a soft tone, mindful of the fact that the boy clearly had a headache and didn't like the loudness of his previous speech.
"I will, Dastan, I promise." He said, looking into Dastan's eyes. "Now," He proceeded briskly, taking off the little medical bag he had been carrying around with him. "How old are you Dastan?"
"Six," The Servant Boy said brokenly.
"And do you know how tall you are and how heavy you weigh?" Merlin continued in his questioning as he brought out the little bottles and started to make up the right dosage.
"I- I don't know."
Merlin frowned at this, for Dastan's mass was very important in the medical world, for if it was wrong, he could be poisoned or even have such a big overdose that he dies. And Merlin would not allow that to happen. But thankfully, Lady Butter spoke up, making all of his doubts disappear.
"I managed to measure Dastan up when we went to the tailors, remember?" Lady Margarine said, casting a smile down at her charge which he weakly returned. "He said that Dastan was small for his age, and that you were fourty two inches in height and..." She frowned, trying to make herself remember before saying slowly, "And about fourty three pounds, I think."
Thank you," Merlin said, looking up to Lady Butt- no, Lady Margarine and flashed a smile at her. "So... that would mean that..." He took hold of the various potion bottles available and started to mix them according to his calculations. "There," He said triumphantly after a few minutes of quiet.
"Here is your dosage, but I think Dastan, that you should take that tonight before you go to sleep. Instead, drink this," Merlin continued, as he handed a big bottle to Dastan's 'nurse'. "To stop your headaches and any other nasty things you're feeling. It must," Merlin ordered, stressing out the word. "Must, only be given to you Dastan when you feel rotten, or every three and a half hours, otherwise there will be serious consequences."
He gave the bottle and the small cup to Lady Margarine, who took it and carefully placed it on a cabinet in the room, which, Merlin noticed, was too high for Dastan to reach. He frowned at this action, but said nothing.
"Well, I had best be going." Merlin said, attempting a cheerful voice. He began to head off towards the door, but suddenly tripped over an object on the floor and once again fell right in front of Lady Margarine.
"Oh dear, I really should tidy the mess up."
Looking around him from the position of the floor, Merlin agreed with her. A whole amount of objects were on the floor, ranging from a towel to a small wooden chest which had spilt its contents of jewellery everywhere.
She looked down at him and smiled. "This is beginning to be a daily occurrence." She sighed, and offered a pale hand to him, which Merlin took.
She helped him up, and in doing so, her long, yellow cream sleeve with flowing brown came back up to her elbow, and what Merlin saw there make him give a cry of astonishment.
"What is it?" Dastan asked weakly, but before Merlin could open his mouth to reply, Lady Butter quickly intervened.
"Nothing, just that Merlin fell over, as per usual."
She gave the manservant a warning look as he bent and collected his things before heading to the door, her beside him. She came outside with him and calmly shut the door, before facing Merlin with a serene expression.
"Why did you lie to him?" Merlin demanded his anger at what he had just seen and what happened to Gwaine all coming to the surface.
"Because it would only concern him, and he isn't well enough for that." Lady Butter sighed, putting a delicate hand to her head and resting it there, before moving it so it swept her plaited hair out of her face. Merlin was struck for the first time how exhausted she looked, but he didn't let that distract him, for there were more concerning things... Such as the marks on her arm.
Some, The Warlock could tell, were old. The bruising had nearly faded, and would have looked normal except for the fact that she had pale skin. The patterns were random, yet Merlin sensed that they had some meaning to them and one in particular. But others, the more recent ones... They were crackers. They were all different colours, ranging from a dark blue black colour to a light yellow green, giving the impression that her skin was rather like a slightly mottled rainbow.
"How did you get them?" he asked, his tone belaying the anger that he felt and the danger that he was close to losing control. "Did he give them to you?"
"Who?" She asked, deliberately acting confused.
"Lord Butter."
"My husband? No, he didn't." She replied immediately, though something in the way she said it made Merlin suspicious. Maybe it was the fact that her voice had hardened a little, or a slight tremor was there, but whatever it was, it put Merlin on his guard.
"Then where did you get them?" Merlin said.
"Why does it concern you?" She retorted. She was lashing out, Merlin reflected as he watched her quietly, like a wounded animal, trying to hurt others to stop them noticing their own injuries.
"Because I can help." Merlin said quietly.
Once again, she deliberately misunderstood him. "They are nearly healed; I don't need a Physician."
Merlin sighed in exasperation, but before he could say anything more, Dastan cried out for Lady Butter in the room and she at once opened the door and slipped in.
"He needs me." She said simply, then went in, but hesitated before giving Merlin one last look and said quietly, albeit in a fragile way; "Merlin? Thank you." With that, she disappeared.
Merlin simply stood there in frustration, hands clenched as he tried to control his magic and his anger. What he had just seen was... disturbing to say the least. He liked Lady Margarine and admired her she was doing at the cost of her own health... which included the marks of her arm. But Merlin could tell that some were weeks, maybe even months old. Whatever had caused them had hurt her badly.
"Merlin!" A familiar voice called, and the man in question looked around puzzled, shocked out of his dark thoughts by the sound of someone calling his name. There was nobody in the corridor he was in, but he swore he just heard a voice. Then it came again; "Merlin!"
This time, he was sure he didn't imagine it, and slowly walked two steps down the hall, away from the Guest rooms which were inhabited.
"Over hear you idiot!" the man's voice called and smiling, Merlin finally realised where it came from and spinning around he went to straight to the tapestry that he had noticed earlier.
"Will?" Merlin gasped in disbelief and in joy, smiling at the man in the tapestry who was smirking back. "How on earth did you get there?"
"From your painting of course." Will said, in a tone that said I-can't-believe-how-stupid-you-are.
"But- what-how?" Merlin spluttered.
"Doesn't matter now. Gaius needs you- Gwaine's gotten worse."
And those six words were all Merlin needed as he started to run down the corridor.
"Gaius?" Merlin called desperately as he ran into the Physician's chambers to find the Old man by the Fallen Knight's bedside. He wrinkled his nose at the foul smell that he could perceive- for it smelt of mould and illnesses, almost making Merlin want to retch. If it wasn't for the fact that Arthur made him clean out the stables daily, he probably would have done so.
"Hush," Gaius said, although whether it was to his patient or his Ward, Merlin didn't know. But as he went on, the Manservant realised it was for Gwaine.
"Don't try to talk, Gwaine."
Someone muttered something so low, Merlin wouldn't have been able to hear it if it wasn't for the magic which was still flowing through his body from his rage about Lady Margarine heightening his senses.
"Merlin's here." Gaius replied, beckoning the said man forward in a moment that told him to remain quiet and be happy. Merlin did as required, until he was beside the said Knight's bedside. And Gwaine had indeed gotten worse.
"He needs you Merlin. Try and be as gentle as you can and don't overexert him, whatever he does."
"He needs me?" Merlin said faintly, looking at the mess of a man on the bed.
"He needs you." Gaius repeated, "But don't do anything stupid."
Merlin gave a quick nod, and Gaius continued.
"I'm glad you're here, for he's worse and I need to go to the apothecary to get some more herbs and medicines and someone needs to look after him. I'll be back soon, hopefully."
And with that, the Physician left and Merlin was alone with the Fallen Knight.
Gaius had told him about the fever he had obtained, but the impression which he gave Merlin was that it was a mild one, but now, looking at the patient, Merlin realised it had worsened. The sweat congealed on Gwaine's forehead and steadily dripped off him and soaking into his sheets below and above him. The sheets were stained yellow from the sweat, Merlin noticed, but also from something else which he couldn't quite put his finger on. Then Merlin found the cause and he tried and failed to stifle the gasp that escaped between his lips. And this time, the only reason he wasn't sick was because of sheer force of will.
For it the disgusting yellow and the foul odour was coming from Gwaine and specifically – his wounds. The top sheet had stuck to Gwaine's ribs with a sticky, yellow substance which Merlin immediately recognised as pus. It seemed that his ribs where the Mad Lord had kicked had gotten infected. The head wound was on the side and had a blood soaked bandage wrapped around it, his hair around the wound was matted and greasy, stuck together with blood and something else... brain fluid, Merlin realised with a chill.
Flicking his eyes away from the terrible sight, they instead landed on a heap of bandages close to where Gwaine was lying... and they were all used. All had the disgusting concoction soaked into them as Gaius desperately tried to heal the Fallen Knight.
Frantically, Merlin distracted himself from the injuries sustained and instead focused solely on Gwaine's face and into Gwaine's swollen eyes.
"I'm here, Gwaine." Merlin said in a tone that was designed to comfort Gwaine... and himself.
"'Ello 'erlin. I am 'lad 'ou are 'ere. I 'eed 'o 'alk 'o 'ou."
"You can tell me some other time, Gwaine, alright. Right now, you need to concentrate on getting better."
Gwaine gave what Merlin thought of as a frown at this statement, and opened his mouth to say;
"I am 'o 'orry 'bout wha' 'ou 'ave 'one 'hough. 'ou 'ave los' 'oo 'any 'eo'le, 'uffere' 'oo 'uch. 'ou don 'erserve i'."
"I- what do you mean, Gwaine?" Merlin asked in puzzlement.
"The 'eo'le 'ho 'ou 'ared 'bout. The 'eo'le 'ho die' a' 'our 'ide. 'our love' one'."
And with that, Gwaine's eyes executed a spectacular roll and once again, Merlin watched as one of his friends fell into unconsciousness, where the pain he was suffering –hopefully- eluding him.
When he reared back from in shock from what Gwaine had said, Merlin's foot had struck something and looking down, he found it to be a bucket. Eyes glowing gold, he quickly muttered; "Brimstréam".
Immediately, water appeared in the bucket ad letting it flow up to the top, Merlin's eyes continued to show his magic before switching it off when it was full. Finding a clean piece of cloth, Merlin dipped it into the icy cool fresh water and began to clean Gwaine and hopefully cool him down, because when he had touched the man earlier, he was burning.
Merlin sat in silence as he heard what Gwaine had to say, his brain whirring with questions that had just presented themselves. How on earth did Gwaine know about... them? How did Gwaine know about the ones he loved the most die in his arms? There were only two possibilities; Either Gwaine had seen the picture (which was impossible because Merlin had it enchanted) or... Or Gaius had told him.
Absentmindedly, he continued to tend to Gwaine after this huge revelation, not really paying attention to what he (or Gwaine) was doing as he was too preoccupied. He tuned out the muttering that Gwaine started to say as he did whatever he did when unconscious. But, after a while, Merlin realised that Gwaine was relieving his memories. Memories which he should not have...
"Ar'hur, 'top! I's no' her faul'!"
Silence for a moment, whilst Merlin furiously thought what on earth Gwaine was yelling about.
"Do no' li'ten 'o A'ravaine, 'e i' lyin'! 'he 'id no' 'ean it."
With a chill, Merlin realised what Gwaine was talking about, and he listened anxiously to what Gwaine was saying. It was about Guinevere and Arthur and Agravaine... and Lancelot.
"'ou 'annot 'ill Lance, i' i' no' righ'!"
Gwaine was quiet for a moment, his head haven moved slightly as if cocked to listen to what someone was saying.
"A'ravaine i' a lyin' 'astard! 'e 'orkin' 'or 'organa. 'organa i' 'he one 'ho di' 'his, no' her."
Merlin wondered for a moment if this is what Gwaine was thinking about what had happened after Agravaine's true loyalty had been revealed, but the final sentence that Gwaine uttered clinched it; he had known.
"Lance i' dea'. 'T'e wi'ch 'rought 'im 'ack 'o life! 'e wa' 'eant 'o do 'his. 'uinevere i' i'nocen'! 'organa en'hanted 'er."
Then Gwaine fell silent for sure this time, and after a while, Merlin stood up and brushed his clothes down and washed his hand where Gwaine's sweaty and covered in pus hands touched him.
Phew, it certainly was long (for me at any rate). Now, I must warn you that seeing as I update every eight days, the next one will either be quicker than usual, or incredibly late, for next Monday (where I estimate the next update should be if I proceed at my normal schedule) is my birthday, so I'll be busy. Therefore, keep a good look out!
Please, if none of you can understand what Gwaine is saying, please tell me and I'll try and make it easier for you to understand.
Still receiving death threats (that are incredibly amusing) but, just out of curiosity, how many of you like Lady Butter? I've had mixed reviews and I think it'll be interesting to see what you all think.
Until next time!
4Eirlys signing out.