Moving quietly through the castle, Merlin lead the way to the small chamber he, Lancelot, and Arthur had chosen to meet in, before splitting up and guarding the castle. Merlin knocked and then opened the door.

"You're late," said Arthur, "we were beginning to worry-" He cut off as he saw Morgana follow Merlin into the room. "Er, what is she doing here?"

Morgana crossed her arms and gave him a look. It was a look she had given him many times growing up together, usually when he was in trouble. "The real question," she said, "is why I wasn't included in this before? I care as much as anyone about these peace talks and I certainly have a lot more at stake than you do."

Arthur cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"Morgana is also here because…well she saw something."

"Last night during the attack?" asked Lancelot.

"No. Tonight," she said, "in my dreams."

There was a beat. "Excuse me?"

"Gaius thinks Morgana's dreams are prophetic," said Merlin, "and she saw something that points to Relveer being responsible for the attack on her. But he wasn't working alone. Gaius thinks we should talk to Iseldir."

"Isn't that a bit risky?" asked Arthur. "I mean we're pointing the finger of blame at a druid with no evidence except some dreams?"

"Iseldir will believe me," said Morgana calmly. "I know he will."

There was another long moments of silence and the Arthur nodded. "All right. Let's go."

The group made their way out into the hallway and towards the floor where the druids were sleeping. It was a slow journey, as they wanted to avoid being seen and several times had to stop and wait for a patrol to pass, but at last they reached Iseldir's room. Merlin knocked. Silence. He knocked again. Just as he was about to knock a third time, they heard Iseldir's voice, surprised and a little sleepy, call out: "Come in."

They entered. Iseldir was getting out of bed, wrapping a cloak around him for warmth. He blinked. "This is quite the delegation? Is something the matter?"

Morgana stepped forward. "We need to talk to you."

Lancelot nodded. "I'm afraid Iseldir there is something going on. Something…wrong. Someone did attack Morgana last night. With magic."

With a heavy, bone-tired sigh, Iseldir took ad seat and shook his head. "I was afraid as much. The story of the fire did not add up."

"If magic is involved…" said Merlin hesitantly.

"Then you think it is most likely a druid. Quite reasonable."

"We have to believe Relveer may be involved," said Morgana. "But not alone. What do you know of the other druids?"

"And what about me?" asked Iseldir. "Am I not a suspect?"

"No," said Merlin. "As Gaius put it, 'he'd trust you with his life'. And I'd trust Gaius with mine. I have trusted Gaius with mine. So. It's not you."

Iseldir smiled. "I must remember to thank him in the morning. Well, as for the other druids. Each of us are leaders of one or more large contingency of druids. Or as close to leaders as druids have. Relveer comes from the east. And I admit I'm not surprised to find him antagonistic to these talks. The eastern druids, along with mine, were the hardest hit by Uther's purge on magic. Many people died. Ernald is from the south, near the ocean, where there is a very strong connection between the common people and the druids. They looked out for each other, and being so far away from Camelot, they got through the worst of the purge relatively unscathed. Sybil's group, from the North, is perhaps the smallest group but they are very influentially among magic users. They have a long history, steeped in our traditions. They're quite old fashioned in a way, but old fashioned means a history of cooperation with non-magic users.

"Elaine…well she comes from very far up North. Technically Shalott falls outside of Uther's control. It's high up in the mountains where the snow is only melted a few months out of the year. Uther's war against magic didn't really reach as far as Shalott and consequently it is viewed as a refuge. That does mean however that a number of people who lost everything made their way there. Elaine is highly respected as its leader. The rest of us are as close to leaders as our camps have. But Elaine is a true leader. A true ruler."

"Does any of them have close ties with Relveer?" asked Merlin.

"Not that I know of."

"But what would any of them have to hope to gain by returning and Camelot and magic to a state of war?" asked Morgana.

Iseldir frowning. "I can't be certain. And it troubles me." He hesitated, and then, slowly, uncertainly, continued: "There's something moving throughout the druids, a movement…"

"What kind of movement?" asked Arthur.

"This peace Uther is offering, not everyone wants it. Partly because there is still a great deal of anger. Some do not believe Uther should be forgiven, some that he cannot be trusted. But there is a third group, a far more dangerous group. They believe it is time for the Pendragon reign to come to an end, and that there is a prophecy of a new ruler that will rise up and lead magic into a new age. An age of magic. In their minds it will be a golden time. However I fear this age would be just as dark. A continued age of persecution. However this time magic will be the persecutor. That is what I believe this group truly wants."

"You say they believe there's a prophecy? But they're wrong, right?" insisted Merlin.

Iseldir shrugged. "It depends how you interrupt the old texts. I believe in a better future."

"So the people who believe this, they're what?" asked Arthur. "Looking for a new ruler?"

"Oh they've already found him…it's Emrys."