Why oh why does Colin Morgan not use social media? I can't possibly own Merlin guys.

In the Line of Duty

Chapter 3

Lancelot registered a vicious pounding behind his eyelids as he gradually gained consciousness. He groaned and coughed a few times, gingerly opening his eyes and blinking them to adjust to the dim light. He heard a surprised and relieved voice exclaiming, "Lancelot! Thank god you're awake."

Merlin, his mind recognized dully as he looked around the cell. The knights all stared back at him mutely.

"What happened?" Lancelot rasped out hoarsely.

"We were captured. You got knocked out." Merlin replied.

He sat up and looked at the knights huddled all around the tiny space. The most shocking sight in this moment was the huge knife wound in Arthur's gut stained crimson.

Lancelot remembered now that they had been captured right after it was inflicted and Merlin hadn't had a chance to patch it up. Being the fierce warrior that he was, Arthur had still continued to parry the attacks of the bandits but exhaustion and pain overtook him as the knife was moved around with his movements.

It was the last straw when a particularly grubby bandit came up behind him and delivered an audible thump to his temple with the hilt of his sword. One of the bandits had cruelly ripped out the knife and let Arthur bleed freely. That's all he could recall.

Merlin explained, after that they had been none-too-gently dragged to their cells. Merlin had tried his best to staunch the bleeding with his jacket but was failing spectacularly.

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Arthur put up a hand just as they turned a sharp fork in the path and entered a wide clearing.

"Let's set up camp here for now and hunt for animals in the surrounding areas. I should hope that we are deep enough into the forest to get some good game."

"Well, let's just hope that we do manage to get good game and not become game itself while we're at it."

Merlin muttered dryly as he tied his horse to a tree. The others did the same and started picking up their hunting gears of choice.

"Merlin, why don't you shut up and try to be your least clumsy self so as to not frighten away any animals."

"Well, if I'm so clumsy, then why do still take me along for these hunts?"

"Oh, you see, you happen to be good for at least one thing."

"And that is?"

"Carrying my hunting weapons, of course."

Arthur said just as he threw a spear aimed at just above Merlin's head. Like expected, Merlin ducked and the spear embedded itself into the tree behind him.

"Now come and gather all these equipment and hurry up."

Merlin laboriously picked everything up with experienced skill and followed the armor-clad group as stealthily as he could.