Greed can be a powerful ally.
~ Qui Gon Jinn, The Phantom Menace
Chapter 28: Possession
The way to Gaius' chambers was pretty standard considering the level of tension that Liana was feeling about all of this. Even though Alice said that Gaius was okay it was still a little nerve wracking to go to talk about magic related affairs in the castle of Uther Pendragon.
"What exactly are we doing here again?" Will asked as they climbed their way up to the physician's quarters.
"Just a favor for Alice," she said simply.
"Yes, you said that before but you never said anything more than that. What favor is this exactly?"
"You're about to find out. We're here."
She pointed out the door that was marked and then Liana knocked while Will took a look about.
"Come in."
Liana and Will entered the physician's lab and saw that it was a bit smaller than Alice's but had a more 'homey' look to it.
"Gaius?" Liana said as she stepped in.
"Yes, hello."
"I'm Liana. It's nice to meet you."
"That's a pretty name." He went over to them but his eyes stopped at Will. "You seem familiar, do I know you?"
Will narrowed his eyes. "I don't think so. I know I've never met you before. My name's Will."
Gaius could feel that he had seen this young man before, it was in the back of his mind somewhere, but he didn't know if it was a good or bad feeling. However, it was the young woman that wanted to see him.
"Well, how may I help you Liana?"
She reached into the pouch she had tied around her waist and pulled out a letter. "I have something for you…from Alice."
Gaius eyes softened as he looked from the letter to her face. "Alice? She's okay?"
Liana smiled and nodded. "She's fine."
"I haven't seen her for…close to 22 years." He reached for the letter but he didn't open it, not yet. "How do you know Alice?"
"She's teaching me as much of her craft that she can."
Gaius stiffened. "So…you have-?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Liana," Will said putting his hand on her shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"It's okay Will. Alice said we can trust him."
"I see you hold Alice in very high regard."
"Of course I do," she said as if Gaius just offended her.
He held up his hand. "I meant no disrespect. On the contrary, it's as far as disrespect as it can be."
"How exactly do you know Alice?" Liana asked.
Gaius smiled. "She and I were once engaged to be married."
That made both Liana and Will widen their eyes in shock.
"My goodness," Will said shellshocked.
Liana recovered quickly. "You were?"
"Yes," he nodded. "It was years ago. Over twenty years ago though we knew each other long before then. She and I shared many interests especially in science, learning, healing…and magic as well. Her talents were famous in Camelot at one point. She saved a great many lives."
"Well Gaius, I can tell you that Alice has not faltered on that. She is still greatly skilled and she is greatly respected in our community."
"I'm happy to hear that."
"What happened?" Will asked. "Why didn't you two get married?"
Liana didn't have to guess if the timing of what Gaius just said was right. "Uther."
Gaius nodded glumly. "Yes. He declared war on magic and it made a future together impossible. Just like now I served the king and her only hope was to flee."
"And you still serve the same king that still makes it impossible."
"Will, that's enough," Liana barked. "I'm sorry about that."
"It's quite alright," Gaius assured her. "He is right. I could've fled with Alice but…I didn't. There are many nights where I lie awake and wonder what our lives would've been like if I did. I had no idea where she was all these years and if she was even alive."
Liana went to him and took his hand in hers. "Well, she's not only alive but she's safe. I promise you that."
Gaius squeezed back affectionately. "Thank you."
As they were leaving Will took a look back in the direction of the physician's chambers.
"I think you gave Gaius too much information."
"I'm sure its fine. Alice trusts him."
"No, she trusts who he was when they last met," Will said in a hushed and tense tone. "It's been what, 20 years since they last spoke face to face? Twenty years of fear and death and kneeling to the man that would see to Alice, your family and all of our people killed. Her blind mistrust could put scores of people at jeopardy."
Liana stiffened as Will's words carried some weight to them but she immediately lightened it. "Don't blame Alice Will. And Gaius was genuinely concerned for her. And his gratitude was genuine as well."
"For Alice, perhaps, but he does not know you Liana. The sooner that we handle this Sigan business and are out of the city, the better. I don't like that someone in Camelot knows the truth about just one of us."
"You seemed to be friendly towards Lancelot and Guinevere."
"That's different and you know it Liana. They're still…safe. Gaius isn't."
"It's okay Will. Gaius doesn't know too much more about us to not make him safe."
Gaius was reading the letter from Alice with a sad look on his face. He missed seeing her hand. He recognized it from all the old letters that he still had from her and it was like he had gone back in time to when they used to correspond so much back in their youth. Her actual words were much different from those she used to write him on.
Gaius,
I've missed you as much I know you've missed me. The last time we met was anything but joyous. I still dream about your face telling me to run and run far with your warm eyes looking stricken with pain, grief and fear. It's my wish to now finally free you from all those years of fear and worry. I am alive, well and happy. I've managed to find in the service of the Dragon King Balinor as his royal physician. It seems that after all these years you and I still find ourselves following along similar paths.
Balinor, he is a good man Gaius and Hunith his queen is a valiant woman. Their sons are shaping up to be good men and their daughter is a good young woman who I've taken under my tutelage. However, times are far from pleasant. I'm sure that you can see the signs as clearly as I do. Uther's crusade against magic is not getting any better and tensions are rising. Balinor and his son Emrys are doing what they can to pull people out of the path of Uther's fire but he seems to carry it somewhere else. Not only that but fires are being lit among our own people and soon might consume innocents from Camelot.
War, a true full blown war is coming Gaius. I fear it to be inevitable. I just hope that it happens after our time. I've grown to love the family I've made here as I'm sure you've grown to love the family you've made there. It is not my wish to see them destroy one another. I'm afraid at this point all you or I could do is try to not let as many fall to all of this as possible. My only other wish is that I could be there to see and embrace you.
With love,
Alice
Gaius softly refolded the letter and let Alice's words overtake him. Alice was not only alive but she was safe and happy. That was more than what he could have hoped for. It is wonderful that she was able to keep true to her love and talents of saving and helping people. That makes her words ever more troublesome. He too had felt that the Purge's efforts were intensifying. Uther's drive to fight against magic was as strong as ever and getting stronger in light of the strength of the opposition not faltering due to the efforts of the Dragon Royals. One, whom thanks to Alice's letter and her own words, apparently had just walked out his door.
"My word," he mumbled.
Lancelot was in the armory, sharpening both his sword and Arthur's when the sounds of excited and happy chatter came in. Lancelot looked up in time to see Sir Leon and a few of the others that went with Arthur on his hunt came back full of smiles and energy.
"Good hunt?" he asked when they stepped in.
"Oh, Lancelot." Leon sobered up a bit. "You missed out on a fun time this morning."
"Hunting little animals isn't exactly what I would call a happy time Sir Leon." Even less considering what happened the last time Lancelot went on one of Arthur's 'fun' hunts. At least Arthur would only hunt deer, boars and geese after all that mess on these trips.
"Well we managed to bring down two stags and a great big tusked boar even if the latter made a near disaster."
"Near disaster?"
"Oh, the boar charged a tree and caused a limb to fall loose and almost hit Arthur but that new volunteer…I forgot his name." Leon started to snap his fingers trying to remember it.
"Cedric?" Lancelot asked.
"Yes," he said snapping his fingers to him. "He pushed Arthur out of the way before it did."
Lancelot froze in concern. "Are they okay?"
Leon waved it off. "Don't worry. They're just fine. After that, Arthur wouldn't rest until he brought the thing down."
"Of course he wouldn't," Lancelot jested. "Well, I better go and clean Arthur's hunting gear."
"Oh, there's no need. Cedric already offered to do it for him."
"He did?"
Leon laughed lightly. "Yeah…I think Arthur has a fan. Perhaps even an admirer though I hope Cedric knows Arthur may like the flattery but Cedric isn't his type."
Lancelot politely laughed with Leon but something stirred in him.
Merlin stretched a bit as he came to. He flinched a bit when some soring pain stung him in his arms. At the dig, Merlin was forced to use the heaviest tools and the toughest of the jobs though the whole dig. He had a strong feeling that Prince Arthur had a hand in all that and, no matter what Lancelot says, he is a complete and total prat. He's insufferable out on the battlefield and even behind enemy lines. He saw that he was alone in the house and went to grab their things. He had to arrange to rent a room for the three of them for the remainder of their time in the city. It wasn't fair to Lancelot to keep staying with him, especially when they had things to do that could get him in trouble.
As he was packing, he knocked against a shelf and something shook loose. Merlin went to put it back in it's proper place but found that it was the talisman that he gave Lancelot so long ago to contact him. The three spots that were empty at one time were all filled with a diagram of the Aquarian Star that was on their banners over the dragon.
"I can't believe he kept this," he said before returning where Lancelot had apparently hid it.
He still remembered granting Lancelot those three requests to make it up to him for saving him from that griffin. He was happy to do what he could for Lancelot though he was starting to regret fulfilling his second request to save his ass of a master after what he put him through.
He managed to find a good room at the inn above the Rising Sun tavern and brought Will and Liana back there when they were back from running her errand.
"Should one of us stand guard tonight?" he asked unamused after Will and Liana finished their story.
"I know, right?" Will said backing him up.
Liana just rolled her eyes at their antics. "It's okay. Alice told me not to worry and I trust her judgement. Besides, shouldn't we finally get to what we're really doing here?"
They sobered.
"Yeah, you're right," said Merlin.
"Now, tell me what you found in that tomb. Did you see any unusual instruments?"
"No. I looked for those right away but nothing that looked like it was out of the ordinary. A few busts and statues."
"We've heard stories of statues and figurines containing power," Will pointed out.
Liana rubbed her chin in thought. "It's possible. What were the conditions of them?"
"They were old and chipped. No gems or markings on any of them that I can see. Not even an engraving."
"We'll keep them in mind. Anything else?" she asked her brother.
Merlin kept thinking to what he'd seen the previous day. "There were many unearthed passages and some buried chests that had some treasure in there. Nothing too out of the ordinary though. Gold coins and jewels."
Liana gaze sharpened. "Are you sure there were just jewels and not talismans that could've passed for jewels. Like were any of these jewels pressed into or fitted on anything?"
Merlin started to shake his head but stopped and froze half-way. There was a jewel fitted in something. A very valuable something. The actual sarcophagus of Sigan himself.
The sun wasn't fully up so the streets of Camelot weren't too full with people commuting yet. This made it easier for Cedric to sneak through the streets of the lower town until he came across the small house of Lancelot. He peeked through a crack in the window to see that Lancelot was still sleeping. He dipped into his bag and released a small smoke sack releasing a light smoke of burning sleep shade. He quickly tossed it inside and then took off before anyone could see.
The smoke lightly seeped out and made its way into Lancelot's nostrils as he breathed it in. The smell made Lancelot stir but the smoke quickly took effect and made him groggy. He was barely able to lift his head from his pillow before it fell back down again.
Arthur woke up to a fine breakfast and a hot bath already prepared for him.
"You've outdone yourself Lancelot," he grumbled as he made his way out of bed.
"Sire?"
He turned when he noticed that it wasn't Lancelot's voice that sounded. He saw that it was Cedric.
"Cedric? Where's Lancelot?"
"Oh, I'm sorry sire. Lancelot wasn't feeling too well this morning. He was going to set your breakfast and ready your bed for you anyway but I insisted that I take the reins for him this morning so he could get some rest."
"It's not serious is it?" he asked in concern for his servant and friend.
"No," Cedric said shaking his head. "I think it was just remnants of his time with his visiting friends."
"Friends?"
"Oh…some boy with dark hair wearing a jacket and scarf around his neck and another man with straight brown hair and some girl with dark hair as well. I think they were staying with him."
Morgana had a better sleep than the previous night but she was still feeling disturbed about her previous night. And it looked like Gwen was not in good spirits either.
"Gwen, are you okay?"
Guinevere was still running her hand down the bed to set the cover even though the bed was good and flat now so she called her name again a little louder. That seemed to shake her out of it.
"Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry my lady."
"Gwen, what is it? Is something wrong?"
Gwen just shook her head. "No, it's nothing. It's silly to be honest."
"Let me be the judge of that."
Gwen then just exhaled in defeat. "It's Lancelot. He didn't meet me for work this morning and I heard from one of the other maids that a new man stepped in for him with Arthur and said that he was ill this morning, perhaps from a long night of drinking."
"Really? That doesn't sound like Lancelot."
"I know. I'm a little worried."
"Well, then let's go and see about putting those worries to rest."
"Morgana, what do you mean?"
"I mean, we are dropping what we are doing and we are going to see Lancelot right now."
Gwen tried to argue that she didn't have to go out of her way like this but Morgana wasn't having it. Gwen didn't have it in her to put much strength in her counter argument. Truth was, she was far too eager to agree. She was worried about Lancelot.
Merlin was heading back for one final day in the tomb to verify if the jewel was what Liana feared. She theorized that it might be a soul gem which was a sort of container to hold a soul. If that gem contained Cornelius Sigan's soul then they had to remove it and seal it in a safer place than out in the open in Uther's personal excavation project. Liana and Will were spending their day to gather the materials needed for them to build the container they needed to take it and lock it away back in Frith.
He passed Lancelot's home and saw that there was some light smoke or vapor spilling out from a crack in the window. He ran and silently unlocked his door with a spell and stepped inside to a smoke filled home. He quickly covered his face with his arm to not breathe in this heavy smoke. He cleared the smoke away with a flash of his eyes and wave of his hand.
"Lancelot?" he called out from under his arm while the smoke started to filter out.
It cleared out and everything started to get more visible but the smell still lingered a bit. Merlin made his way down the room and found a shape in the bed. Lancelot was laying there as still as a statue. He quickly ran to check him and sighed in relief when he saw that he was just out cold.
"That's a relief," said as he stepped back to really look him over.
Lancelot looked like he never made it out of bed. Merlin took a quick look and soon found a smoking pouch on the floor where there was still a light vapor seeping out. He spitefully incinerated it into ash before he ran to the castle to try and find Arthur. He might not like the man but Lancelot was the man's servant which meant that he was his responsibility. Also, he was the man's friend from what Lancelot said and he knew that if were him and something like this happened to a servant or friend of his back home then he would want to know of it quickly.
Merlin ran down the city to the castle and caught the attention of Liana in the marketplace as she was trying to find a small chest or box to make the sealing container when she caught Merlin run past. She tried to flag him down but he ran by too quickly. She saw that he looked disturbed so she ran after him.
Merlin got to the gate and saw that the diggers were being pulled away by Arthur to begin today's work in the site.
"Arthur," he called out.
Arthur turned around to look at him. "Oh, my day is complete early today," he mumbled as Merlin ran over. "You came back," he said genuinely surprised.
Merlin let his comment roll off. "Arthur, its Lancelot."
Arthur stiffened. "You know Lancelot?"
"He's a friend of mine."
Then Cedric's words came back to him. A dark haired young man with a jacket and scarf around his neck. Merlin was who he was talking about. Then the other guy and girl he talked about must've been his ruffian friend Will and Liana whom he met the previous day.
"What about him?" he asked Merlin.
Before Merlin could say anything Cedric came over and flagged Arthur down. "Sire, your father has requested you join him in the throne room for his daily addresses."
"Thank you Cedric. Tell him that I'll be there as soon as I open the site for the diggers and see to one quick bit of business."
"Yes sire. It would be my pleasure. I'm just happy to help at all with your servant being out today. Keep his mind at ease knowing his duties aren't being neglected."
Merlin's eyes narrowed on Cedric. He had seen him following Arthur yesterday and here he was again; trying to muscle in on Lancelot's work. A little too convenient that Lancelot just happened to be knocked out. Not to mention how he was being a little too much into complimenting and fawning over Arthur.
"And just who are you?" Merlin asked him.
"Me? Oh, I'm just a man trying to do my best in service to the prince."
"Yes, except you're not the prince's servant. Lancelot is and isn't it a little too convenient that you were so quick to step in for Lancelot today when it doesn't seem like no one knows what happened to Lancelot today."
Cedric's eyes flashed in concern but it wasn't for anyone but himself.
"What do you mean?"
His reaction and words told Merlin all he needed to know. Cedric had drugged Lancelot. He just didn't know why. Something was telling him that all this work and effort was for more than a simple servant's job.
He went to grab him. "Look you," he started to growl.
Cedric pushed him off and backed off but Merlin prowled after him like a predator. He made to grab him again but his arm was grabbed from behind.
"Enough."
On reflex he quietly and discreetly numbed the hand for a moment to push his attacker away. The one who fell to the floor was Arthur Pendragon himself.
"You have some nerve," he said quickly rising to his feet.
"More than you have brains it seems clotpole," he shot back at him.
Arthur raised his eyes up in disbelief. "What did you just call me?"
"He called you a…clotpole sire," Cedric said as he lightly stepped behind Arthur.
"You and me are not done," he said running for Cedric again.
Arthur tackled Merlin to the ground to try and stop him from thrashing Cedric. Merlin tried to make his way past him but Arthur kept holding him back at bay. Their scuffle was drawing the attention of a good many people. Two of them were Morgana and Guinevere who came out of the castle to see to Lancelot but heard the noise and wanted to see what was going on.
"Him again," Morgana said when she recognized the sight of Merlin.
Gwen sighed. "Oh Merlin, not again."
Merlin? That was his name?
Another that was watching was Liana who finally caught up and found her brother in time to see Arthur land a punch at the side of his head.
Merlin kicked Arthur off of him. Before Merlin could get fully back to his feet a knight took his sword and clubbed Merlin in the back of the head with the blunt bottom of the hilt. Arthur couldn't resist going up to Merlin and giving him one last kick to the chest like he suffered a year ago.
"Grab him," he ordered the knight and one of the closest guards. "Take him to the dungeons. He can work all this off in the cells!"
The men holding Merlin then started to manhandle him for the direction of the castle where the dungeons were located.
"Merlin?" Liana cried out in concern.
"It'll be okay Liana. Just stay with Will," Merlin cried out as he was being dragged off. "Everything will be alright."
Arthur looked from Merlin and Liana with a small ache hitting him. The two of them seemed to be quite close. He wondered if they were together.
"Arthur!" Liana screamed out.
He wondered how he didn't notice her stomping over to him. She looked irate as she glared at him and her face had some color on her pale cheeks. When she got at arm's length Liana froze as she huffed angrily though her nose and gave him a hard slap. The people still around had their jaws drop at the sight of a girl just walking up and slapping the prince inside the castle grounds for all to see. Morgana and Gwen were off to the side frozen in amazement. Morgana didn't know if she should be appalled or laughing.
"What?" he said as he grabbed his cheek.
"That was for my brother."
Arthur held his cheek as he watched her stomp off. "Brother?" he whispered to himself. Some guards went to try and grab her but he held out his hand. "No!" he cried to them. "Let her go."
Liana turned to glare at him one final time before she resumed leaving the courtyard.
"Liana," Gwen said shaking her head at the sight of her walking off. "I can't believe that she really did that. I guess it runs in her family."
"Liana?" asked Morgana before she stiffened. Her face…that girl was the one that was in her dream. "Gwen, who exactly is she?"
"Oh, she's Merlin's sister."
"And Merlin's…?"
Gwen nodded. "He's the one that Arthur just took away…again. Remember the farm boys that had that scuffle with Arthur in the marketplace around a year ago? He was one of them and he had been thrown in the dungeons by Arthur before then too."
She remembered that time. She hadn't had the chance to really put a face to the one that fought with Arthur then. So those two were brother and sister. Merlin and Liana. There was something about those two. Even if she hadn't dreamt them, she could just feel that those two were not ordinary people.
Cedric bowed his head down to some passing guards with a small smile while he kept his calm as he walked the corridors to Arthur's room. It was there that Arthur was holding a moist rag to his cheek.
"Sire," he said bowing.
"Hello Cedric," he said wincing a bit.
"I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean for my actions to lead to you being subjected to any humiliation or trouble."
Arthur held up his hand to stop him. "It's alright. I don't put any blame on you."
Just then Lancelot walked in. "I have it Arthur," he said before freezing at the sight of Cedric. "Cedric," he said politely before going to Arthur. "Gaius said to apply this before you go to sleep and it should greatly diminish most of the swelling so there wouldn't be much of a mark."
"Thank you," he said before lowering the rag from his face.
Lancelot and Cedric saw that there was already a bright red palm sized welt on Arthur's cheek already visible. Liana clearly had a hand on her. He tossed it on the table by his discarded outer shirt. His sword and keys were also there on the table.
"I'll take that and the rest of your clothes to the laundry," offered Cedric before he went to collect his shirt and then head to collect the rest of his clothes.
"That's alright Cedric," Arthur said stopping him in his tracks. "Lancelot's here and he can handle it. You've done more than enough for today."
"It's no trouble," Cedric tried to reassure him.
"I'm sure it isn't but Lancelot is my servant and these are his duties, not yours. If you prefer I can arrange for you to another position in the household."
Cedric bowed. "I appreciate that very much sire. Thank you."
Lancelot went over to him. "I'll take those off your hands," he said politely. "I am grateful that you went out of your way to help Arthur but you've done enough."
Cedric seemed to remember that he was still holding Arthur's shirt. "Oh, yes of course," he said handing it back. "Thank you. Well, if there isn't anything else then I will head out."
He bowed again and then left the room. When he was far enough Cedric lowered his right sleeve to reveal the keys that he'd taken from the table when he grabbed Arthur's shirt.
Back in the room Lancelot was helping apply the medicine to Arthur's face.
"Sire," he said as he dabbed it on. "I hope that you don't punish Liana for this. She was merely upset for what happened to her brother."
Arthur's mind flashed back to the when Liana slapped him in the courtyard. He had no thoughts about punishing Liana like Lancelot feared. In fact, a part of him thought that the sight of Liana being so angry seemed…cute. He'd seen many women but they were always flattering and smiling. Sure, they were lovely but after a while it became so routine. Only Morgana's sister Morgause had been something different to catch his notice. But Liana's fierce look was as mesmerizing as her smiling and flattering look.
"Don't worry Lancelot," he waved it off. "Besides it looks worse than it was." He suffered far worse hits in training though Arthur felt that Liana's hit was not far from the worse of them. "I'm more concerned about the fact that Merlin, that scrawny idiot, is actually her brother."
"I hope that you don't hold it against Merlin either. He was just trying to look out for me in his own way."
"How close are you two?" Arthur asked. "He seemed very persistent in trying to defend you."
Lancelot thought on Merlin's passion on his behalf and his final words to him. "He was just doing what any good friend would."
"Friend? You're really friends with that idiot?"
"He's not bad Arthur. Merlin's a good man. He's just…spirited."
"I guess that's one word to describe it," mumbled Arthur. "I'll stick with idiot."
"Unbelievable." Lancelot then started laughing to himself.
Arthur raised an eyebrow at his servant. Lancelot hardly laughed like this. "What's so funny?"
Lancelot just smiled at Arthur. He and Merlin didn't realize that the two of them were more alike than they cared to admit. He thought that if whatever tension that was between them wasn't there then the two of them would actually be good friends.
"It's nothing," he said simply.
Arthur shrugged. "As for Merlin…I'll let him out in the morning. Let him cool off for one night in the cells. Whatever his reasons, he still can't go off and publicly assault the prince."
"Thank you Arthur."
Cedric snuck down the passage for the tomb and carefully opened the gate. He lit a candle that was nearby and lightly toed over to the tomb. He set the candle down over the cover right beside the blue jewel. It seemed even bigger and beautiful than he had imagined. It was sure to be worth a fortune. Maybe he could press Danton for two pouches of gold instead of one. He smiled as he loosened the jewel and removed it from the slot with minimal noise.
"Heavy," he laughed to himself as he turned it in his hands.
He then playfully tossed it in the air to catch it with a smile before the jewel glistened brighter. Cedric looked to see that it seemed like there was a light emitting from the center of the jewel. It brightened and then a mist seemed to leak out of it. It coiled around his arm and traveled up his body like it was a snake. Cedric wanted to drop the jewel but it seemed like his whole body was frozen in place. The mist reached his face and then went to enter his mouth. A scream dead on his lips as the mist jammed itself down his throat. Cedric's brown eyes were bright with fear as he was overcome and the light of his eyes faded and was replaced with pitch black darkness.
Cedric was no more. In his place stood the ancient sorcerer Cornelius Sigan as he looked through the eyes of his new body. He took a deep breath to test the functions of his new host and when he saw that he was completely in control, he chuckled in triumph. He had returned and he was eager to unleash his vengeance.
End of Chapter 28
A/N: Well, Arthur sure got a slap to the face in more ways than one, huh? I noticed that slapping guys who greatly upset her seems to be Liana's thing. She gets her passion from her mother and to be surrounded by all of these 'tough guys' should get her to become tough herself. And Cedric got more than he bargained for with that jewel, huh?
The next chapter will see Sigan unleash beginning to unleash his wrath on the world, starting with Camelot. Merlin, Liana and Will find themselves pulled into trying to help Camelot as they try to stop Sigan. However, the end result will greatly deviate from what happened to Sigan from canon.
