Down.
Down the hill, down the bank. My thoughts on the riddle trying to figure out how. Down the riverbed, turn back the way you came. Four steps turn to the left. Follow the light. Two things circling my head.
Is he hurt?
The human heart.
He's spotted me, I know. I should say something to calm him from his frantic state.
"Thank God, it's about time you got here Merlin."
He took a deep breath, and then smiled. "Arthur, what does this remind you of what- no, how to say this? What does this remind you of that you have?"
Then Merlin lifted his arm, putting his own dagger to his throat, hard enough to draw blood. I watched as a drop traveled down pale fingers, and started to pool in an indent on the ring he wore.
My ring.