Arthur shouted to Merlin as he threw himself between Merlin and Mordred. As Arthur's body hit into Merlin's the sword was deflected enough not to kill the king, but instead cut his upper arm and sank into Arthur's back. Both men fell from their horses. Mordred suddenly realised who he had been attacking and stood in shock. Gwaine arrived at the same moment, and quickly checked the King, before turning to Arthur. Both men were alive. Turning to Mordred Gwaine shouted "What the hell do you think you're doing, couldn't you see it was Merlin."

Gwaine helped Merlin to his feet, he tried to catch the King's horse, Mordred realising what he had nearly done, grabbed the horse's rains and help hold it steady as Gwaine used his strength to get Merlin mounted. By the time he had done that Percival had arrived, and quickly put Arthur over his horse and started to take the injured knight away. Gwaine followed with Merlin. Leon had also seen What had happened, and realising that both armies seemed to be separating, as exhaustion set in, he joined the others to get the King to safety. They had been fighting for most of the day, tomorrow they would start again.

As Leon passed Mordred he grabbed him and demanded to be told exactly what had happened. Mordred looked at the first knight "It was my fault I tried to kill the King, I nearly killed Emrys."

Leon grabbed him and turned him round roughly "Explain yourself before I run you though!"

"I was fighting there was so many people all covered in blood. I attacked everyone I can to, Then I saw what I had done….I would never have hurt the King willingly ….. I didn't know what I had done until it was too late."

Leon realised that the young man had got caught up in battle fever and truly hadn't intended to hurt the King. Knowing the youngster was an experienced healer he told him "Go and see if you can help, we will deal with your actions later."

Merlin was soon surrounded by people including several healers. Mordred tried to get close but Gwaine pushed him back "Haven't you done enough harm" he said savagely "Get away before I run you through."

Leon intervened "You saw what happened, Gwaine, if he can help the King let him, we will deal with what happened later."

Merlin looked up "I have a flesh wound, go to Arthur" he told Mordred. "Heal him and I forgive you." Merlin turned to Leon "Has the battle finished?"

"No Sire, but both armies are exhausted, it will restart tomorrow."

"Then take as many men as you can, the soldiers I hit with spells are knocked out only, and they will stay that way for several hours. Tie them up and keep them secure. Many I'm sure have been forced to fight, I will not kill my own people for protecting their own."

Leon went out and organised the capturing of the unconscious soldiers. Luckily they had a large amount of camp followers, the women and older man that had been hiding in the woods. They were sent out to do the Kings bidding, leaving the soldiers and knights to rest before the next battle. At the same time they brought back the injured from their own side for treatment.

Mordred was looking at Arthur's wound. He had a bad shoulder injury Mordred's sword had gone into the muscle and caused a large wound. Mordred was using magic to shrink the wound and start the healing process. Then he dressed the area leaving it to complete the process, his magic would heal Arthur and by morning he would have a sore and stiff shoulder but no open wound. Mordred then went to the other injured and continued to help where he could.

Mordred was surprised later to see the King helping heal some of the men, even though he was being followed by Gwaine, who was trying to get the King to rest. Merlin was doing his best to walk between men but Mordred could see the strain on the Kings face. He walked up to Merlin and ignoring Gwaine's glare. "Sire I need to look at your feet, please allow yourself to be taken to your tent."

"My feet are of small consequence Mordred" Merlin told him.

"It pains me to agree Sire, Please let me take you to your tent, and you need to be able to lead the army in the morning. It is you they fight for." Gwaine told his King.

Merlin looked at the knight and taking the knights shoulder started to hobble back to his tent. Before he had time to protest Gwaine picked his King up bridal style and carried him over to his tent. "Sir Gwaine I am not a cripple put me down."

"I will Sire when you are on your cot, and not before" Gwaine told him. As he put Merlin down the knight turned to Mordred "How is Arthur?"

"I have healed his wound he will be stiff and sore but otherwise well."

"Then you're lucky, if you had killed either of them I would have killed you" Gwaine growled.

"Gwaine leave us, go and eat and sleep." Came Merlin's tired voice.

Gwaine turned and looked at Mordred once more "Take care boy, the guards will call me if they have any concerns, you have had the only chance you're getting. If it was up to me you would be dead."

"Gwaine! Stop, it was a mistake, leave Mordred alone and go and rest. That's an order" Merlin's voice had a hard edge to it. Gwaine bowed and left the tent.

Merlin turned to Mordred "Try to keep away for Sir Gwaine for a few days, he is loyal but very protective."

"He is right Sire, I nearly killed you I deserve to die" a clearly repentant Mordred said

"How old are you Mordred?" Merlin asked.

"Seventeen Sire"

"You are young to fight, but you chose to do so, you haven't been trained to fight you are a man of peace, I know you taught yourself the sword, and have travelled but it is different to fight in a war. I was trained from a young age as was the knights. What you did many have done before you. In such conditions it is kill or be killed. I don't blame you and neither will Gwaine when he has calmed down, tomorrow stay with the wounded, use the talents you have in the place they are needed most." Merlin told the druid. "In the mean time I would be grateful if you would look at my feet and stop the pain in them."

Mordred did as he was asked. The battle had been hard on Merlin his feet were bleeding in several places, Mordred used his magic to relieve the pain and start the healing once more. At least they were looking better each time Mordred saw them. Afterward he dressed the Kings feet and gave the man a sleeping draft before going to try to get some sleep for himself. Gwaine was curled up at the tent entrance, as Mordred left Gwaine stood up and went into the tent and slept where he could be there if his King needed him.

The next morning just before first light the battle started once again. Merlin was in the thick of it once more, as was Kilgarrah. Although Arthur, much to his disgust, had been refused permission to fight. The dragon had also attacked the enemy during the night and so it wasn't surprising that by noon the battle was almost over at Camlann. But Merlin knew the war wasn't over yet, they had to take Camelot itself.