Arthur lays down in bed. Merlin sits in front of that bed and King Lot stands next to him. He looks down to the fainted king: "How is he?" Merlin looks up to KIng Lot: "He is sick. He needs to rest. Tomorrow he will be alright." King Lot nods: "Then look after him." Merlin smiles: "I do that as long as I know him." King Lot wonders and leaves the house.
Gwain enters the room: "How is he?" Merlin's voice is full of sorrow: "He is burning up. I don't like that." He looks up to Sir Gwain: "Gwain I need you help. I have to use my magic. Please make sure nobody comes in." Gwain nods and looks out of the window: "Nobody to see. Come on Merlin. It's your turn."
Merlin bends over his king and touches his forehead: "I know you don't like it. But I have no choice. Arthur you have to trust me." But Arthur is still fainted. Merlin goes on: "Arthur, I have to use my magic. Forgive me for doing that." He raises his voice: "Ic þe þurhhæle þin licsare!" As Merlin's eyes change colour, Arthur breathes up. Arthur opens his eyes for a moment and looks into Merlin's eyes. He smiles: "Thank you my friend." Then he falls asleep. Merlin smiles, he looks over to Sir Gwaine. Sir Gwaine also smiles: "Sometimes I wonder what would we do without you."