While Merlin and Arthur were finally catching up on some rest and sleep, the castle was in a frenzy. A knight had tried to kill the king and a sweet girl had prevented this. It was also on everyone's lips that the laws concerning magic should be relaxed. There were also rumors that the king's food was also poisoned a few days ago. Especially the royal cook reproached herself that she was not surprised by the strange face in her kitchen. The described woman actually fitted quite well into her kitchen, but the cook could not suppress a cold shiver when looking into her eyes. She had called herself a superstitious idiot, ignored the feeling and concentrated on her work again. She was relieved that nothing had happened to the king and that Gareth had no need to fear punishment either. She had also noticed that Merlin, the king's servant, had probably been affected by the alleged "enjoyment of wine". She could well imagine the real situation: How Arthur started the meal and Merlin, out of jest, stole a piece of it from the king and ate it himself, which also brought him into contact with the poison. She had often noticed that the "boy" was almost never sick. She could not imagine that Merlin had spoiled his stomach with wine, because he never asked for it in her kitchen. Also the king, since his wedding with his bride, drank almost no wine at all. She could feel that many things were going on in the castle - good and bad, she feared, and she knew that a change was in the air.

Then she saw the described woman again in her kitchen. The stranger moved as if she belonged exactly to this place. She did not constantly look around uncertainly or make hasty movements. The cook seized her chance and walked towards her with quick steps: "You there, I have forgotten your name. What is your name?" The cook could not detect any panic in the woman's eyes and became almost uncertain whether this was the right stranger at all.
"My name is Kara."
"I do not remember hiring you in my kitchen. So what are you doing here?", the cook asked further, as she was slowly getting annoyed by the cold behavior of the woman. Behind her back, the cook drew the guard's attention to herself. She had put one hand in her cross and tried to wave the guards energetically.
The guards briefly observed the situation and realized that the description of the woman they were looking for could apply to the woman in front of the cook. The guards also communicated briefly and slowly began to surround the strange woman.
The cook was still unsure as Kara must have seen the guards' movements, but she heard Kara answer calmly, "I was told to ask you about just such a job.
"Don't you decide that for yourself? Did your mother tell you to do that or..." The cook fell silent as the cold in the woman's eyes increased and the hatred from her eyes sputtered straight out.
"My mother was murdered."
The cook was just about to apologize and express her sympathy when she saw that a guard was only a meter away from Kara and herself.
"I guess that was a no to my question," the brown-haired woman said unemotionally.
The cook's attention was distracted by the fact that a kitchen boy stumbled, fell and the cooking pots he was carrying fell clattering on the floor. The cook looked back in shock - the scene had not changed much. The sentry was still a meter away from her, the others of her regime were busy with their work, only there was no trace of Kara. She blinked and could not believe her eyes. She searched the kitchen with her eyes and saw that the guard was already giving orders.
"Where did she go?" asked the guard.
"I do not know. The woman was standing right in front of me just a second ago. At first I thought that she might not be the woman I was looking for, but her disappearance is very suspicious.
"What did you talk about? What did she say?", the next questions whipped at her already.
"She said that her name was Kara, that she wanted to get a job in the kitchen and that her mother had been murdered. I hope this helps," the cook replied, still puzzled.
"You did the right thing in asking her questions and alerting us. I will pass on the information. I will give it

not like to, but this conversation is almost all we have so far. I can count on finding you here again? If you think of anything else, send me a message," said the guard.
Berta looked at him skeptically and finally said snorting: "I would do that, but then you at least have to tell me your name, because the description 'handsome and talkative guard' is probably not precise enough.
The guard grinned and repeated teasingly: "So, handsome? The cheeks of the cook took on a slightly pink tone. The guard could hardly wipe off the grin. "I have actually never seen you blush." His grin grew stronger as the color turned to deep red. "My name, my dear, is Warrick, or just ask for the head of the castle guard," he replied winking and turned on his heel.
"No, something like that," sighed the cook. She shook her head vigorously to clear it up, and clapped her hands. She wouldn't be distracted by such things, after all, it was already time for dinner, and she could already see from the corners of her eyes that she had to give one or the other in her kitchen some steam under his ass if the meal was to be on time.

Warrick was just very happy with himself. Finally he was able to give Sir Leon a short report, even if it was not sure how reliable the information was, at least it was something. It was still a disappointment that the other guards couldn't get anything out of him. Quickly he made his way to the mentioned knight. He probably had the best chances if he would ask the guards in front of the royal chamber. When he came into sight, he noticed, not without pride, that the guards stood straighter as soon as they saw him. After a short greeting he did not even get a chance to ask his question, as Sir Leon stepped quietly out of the room.
"The king is sleeping. It is best to let him sleep and only allow visitors to enter in urgent cases. A person who is not rested is inattentive and makes mistakes too quickly, as we have noticed today," said Sir Leon.
Warrick drew attention to himself and greeted the knight appropriately.
"There is news? Reports," Sir Leon replied briefly.
"The royal cook, Berta, has probably just seen the woman we are looking for in her kitchen and addressed her," the head of the castle guard began his report and informed Sir Leon of the latest information.
"Her disappearance suggests that she is a sorceress. So absolute caution and urgency is called for. Keep your eyes open and ask the people in the castle if they know a young brown-haired woman named Kara," Sir Leon ordered.
When Warrick did not say goodbye, the knight asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Yes, Sire, if I might ask a question?"
Sir Leon nodded, but rather reluctantly. The knight knew the call of the head of the castle guard. He was definitely excellent. It was actually surprising he was not a knight.
"What did you mean when you said that a rested man makes fewer mistakes? Was this related to changing the laws," Warrick asked seriously and emphatically.
Sir Leon was already about to shake his head when he paused in the movement. He trusted this very sentry. He gave him a hint to follow him so they could talk a bit more undisturbed. "It referred rather to the fact that King Arthur was exhausted and inattentive, so he did not defend himself against the assassination attempt. I have seen him fight so often and he has strong reflexes. Under normal circumstances, Sir Fewon would not have had a chance to teach the king even a small scratch. I am annoyed that this stubborn king didn't just stay in bed. And as for your presumption, what do you think about changing the laws?"
Warrick did not feel comfortable in his skin. How could he answer this question without getting into trouble? He chose the phrase he had always used in Uther's time: "I stand behind my king and protect him with my life."
Sir Leon did not expect this answer. He was apparently already so accustomed to freely expressing his opinion in the presence of the King that he forgot that others did not know Arthur so well and had no idea how much Uther and Arthur differed.
"I give you my word that you will speak freely, your harm will not be," Sir Leon assured him.
Warrick pondered for a while. The wording was not entirely without

loophole, but he knew that Sir Leon was not devious, and finally said: "To be honest, I don't know for sure. What would happen if the laws were relaxed or even magic were allowed to happen again? Perhaps because of this, Camelot would sink into chaos or it could recover from Uther's rule. It would be a nice change of pace if wizards were on our side and we didn't have to deal with thwarting their attacks or finding them. Is it true that helping wizards is no longer punishable with the death penalty across the board?"
"You think wizards could help us?" Sir Leon asked in surprise.
"Of course, healers do nothing else all day long. I could well imagine that wizards are among them. But you have not answered the question concerning the death penalty," Warrick asked.
"Oh, no, I mean yes..." Sir Leon took a short breath and finally said: "Yes, the law regarding magic will be changed but not abolished. Do many think like you?"
Warrick scratched his chin and said, "That is difficult to judge. Many have been able to keep their lives because they are very good at not telling others their true feelings and thoughts. I will carefully ask some of them. How is it that this rethinking is happening right now? Does this have something to do with Tea and Bronwen?"
"Not really. The real reason is another and it is much more complicated than I would like. I have felt first-hand the agony that witchcraft can cause, and yet I have been brought back to life by magic. This thinking 'wizards are evil' is deeply rooted and I need time to adjust my intuitive reactions to the new way of thinking," Sir Leon explained, thinking of someone else.
"What new way of thinking?" Warrick asked attentively.
"That perhaps not all magicians are evil." With these words, Sir Leon left Warrick and hurriedly walked down the aisle. The head of the castle guard stared after the knight for a while. This conversation had been most enlightening. There was probably more to Tea and Bronwen than was thought, since Sir Leon did not generally deny that healers could be wizards. He decided to keep an eye on these two himself. And the answer 'not really' probably meant that at least one of them had magic powers. As it seemed, not only this stranger Kara was another sorceress, but there was a sorcerer in the castle who had strongly influenced the opinion of Sir Leon and probably that of the king. Even more interesting was the fact that the dungeon was empty. Arthur must have learned about the powers and had not been able to have the sorcerer thrown into the dungeon or locked up. This was very difficult for him to imagine and yet it was his best explanation. He had seen Arthur growing up and knew that he rejected magic in general and as intuitively as Sir Leon had just confessed. This attitude had probably made a major event very confusing. A smile was stealing onto his face. No wonder the law was changed. If the king would consciously help a magician, he would theoretically have to condemn himself to death according to the current law. He shook his head at this idiocy.

So after a long fight with the support I finally got the chance to change my account Password etc, now I´m finally back. Because the other Melrin Story I uploaded, wasn´t the one which was in my drafts here, I will upload it soon again with the right documents. I dont really know what happend here but the documents weren´t the one I uploaded first before I got hacked. Anyway, hope you all have a nice day and you like this chapter aswell. See ya in the next chapter:)