Lancelot was the first to speak: "I believe him."

Merlin opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by a hasty knock on the door. Morgana entered. "What is going on?" She took in the scene. "Oh."

"What are you doing here?" asked Arthur. "I thought you were keeping an eye on Uther."

"Gwen's convinced everyone to start the talks early this morning. It was the only way to keep the other druids from coming back here. I offered to bring you all back."

"The talks," said Relveer, icily. "You attack me in my own room and now you want to sit down and talk peace? The hypocrisy of Camelot is truly impressive."

Merlin interrupted: "Morgana. Is there any chance at all that your vision was wrong?"

"Vision?" Relveer started.

Morgana looked between Arthur and Merlin, uncertainly. "I don't know. I told you what I saw."

"But you did say," pointed out Merlin, thoughtfully, "That there was something strange about that particular vision."

"Yes. It was a little…clearer I suppose, brighter."

"Could it have somehow been faked? Planted into your dreams? I don't know how it would work but-"

"You're a seer?" The anger had completely left Relveer now. He was staring at her, both intrigued, but there was also something else there in his expression that was harder to place.

"I-…think so."

"It is a rare gift. A burden but also a blessing..." He frowned. "And it was a seer's vision that led you to suspect me?"

"Yes."

"I see." He sighed. "If what you're saying is true, I can at least somewhat understand your actions. I still maintain my innocence but perhaps we can overlook this 'incident'."

"Wait, wait," said Arthur, "We still have no proof that anything you're saying is true. You may have made a nice speech but that doesn't clear you of all suspicion."

"And we need to find the orb," put in Merlin.

Arthur tapped his foot impatiently. If Relveer was lying…well they'd tipped him off now. He knew. He could easily slip away, take the orb and complete his plan. They had to find that orb.

"Could you lock Relveer in here with magic, Merlin?" Relveer opened his mouth to argue but Arthur spoke over him: "If what you're saying is true, if your only goal in coming here is for peace then you will have no objection to us taking a few precautions for a couple of hours. We can't keep you locked up long without questions being asked by the other druids so you know this is only temporary. But we need a little time. Because if you are lying, you could easily use the opportunity to wreck more havoc than has already been caused."

"For what? What orb?" demanded Relveer.

"Morgana had a vision of the Orb of Cronus."

"What?"

"It's what I was looking for in your room," explained Merlin.

"That's…quite dangerous." Relveer sighed. "Very well. Between a seer, the cult, and the orb, I suppose I am willing to stay in my room for a few hours. I trust this will be seen the light it deserves, that of an act of good faith."

"Thank you," said Morgana coming over and taking his hand. "We do appreciate it."

They'd stepped out of the room and with a few magic words Merlin had locked the door and then turned back to the others. "Okay, now we really don't have much time. He was impressed enough by Morgana's abilities-"

"Or he's a good actor," said Arthur.

"Or that. But we need to back up our claims with evidence soon if we don't want to have completely destroyed these talks."

"You all get to the meeting," said Lancelot, "I'll search the other rooms and look for the orb. If a druid really has it, they'll want it close by. Anywhere else in the castle and it would risk being round."

"Good. Search for the orb," said Arthur, "and barring that, anything else that might incriminate anyone. And Lancelot: search all of the druids' rooms."

They split up.

"Ah there you are," said Uther as Arthur, Merlin, and Morgana entered the room and took their seats. "I was just about to send someone after you three."

"Where is Relveer?" asked Elaine, looking around.

"He's…feeling a little unwell," said Arthur. "The venison last night did not agree with him."

"I don't blame him," said Guinevere easily, "I felt a little unwell myself."

"Should I go up and check on him?" asked Gaius. "I could bring him a tonic."

"No, I'm sure everything's fine. He said he'd just sleep a little and join us later. Besides, Lancelot is with him."

Ernald looked troubled but did not comment. Sybil feel into lowered conversation with Elaine.

Relveer paced his room. A seer. Morgana was a seer. What had she seen?

Memories of his wife, danced before his eyes. He remembered those nightmares she'd have, tossing and turning in their bed, often waking screaming at the dreams and visions that had plagued her.

She'd seen her own death. No one should have to endure that.

He glared at the door, the memory of her death once more calling to mind his rage. But for Morgana, cursed or blessed (he wasn't sure which) with the same power as his wife, he could remain in this room for a few hours.

Lancelot dug through the drawer, shoving aside clothes and books.

This was the last room and he'd be done. He'd found exactly nothing. He'd violated the privacy of his friends, people who had given him a home, and he had nothing to show for it. A sense of guilt was creeping over him. He'd thought he was doing the right thing, but now he wasn't so sure. Could he really go back to living with the druids at this point, as if nothing had happened? After he'd been so willing to believe the worst of them so quickly?

His fingers brushed a box. He pulled it out and flipped the lid open…and he froze.

A silver blue orb sat cushioned in the box.

His heart sunk.

There was movement behind him. He looked up in the mirror and what he saw in the reflection made him start. He whirled round, reaching for his sword, just as a jet of magic hit him in the chest.

The room was filled with conversation. People were milling around, some arguing, some talking in lowered voices. Concessions were being discussed, compromises proposed. Uther however was distracted. Something seemed wrong. Something was being kept from him. He didn't like it. First the attack on Morgana, and now Relveer suddenly ill?

As Mathis passed, Uther reached out a hand and pulled him to a stop. Lowering his voice Uther whispered, "I want you to go check on the druid. There's something going on."

Mathis nodded and slipped out of the room unnoticed.

Mathis hurried along the hallway. He had also wondered at Relveer's sudden illness. Food poisoning seemed awfully convenient. Relveer had been arguing every step of the way during the talks, had feigned suspicion of every gesture and offer the King made. Surely if Relveer had taken sick from the supper, he would immediately be crying poison through the whole castle.

Prince Arthur had been the one to deliver the message but then…well Arthur hadn't been the same ever since the spell which had affected people's memories. He had married that servant girl for one and expected people to treat her like a princess. And it was Arthur who had pushed his father into this attempt at mending bridges with the sorcerers. Arthur who had wanted to invite them here: letting the enemy straight into the heart of Camelot.

But Arthur hadn't seen the dark times. He didn't understand what magic was capable of. The prince was…young. That was the real problem. He had been raised to lead men, fight enemies and follow in his father's footsteps. In many ways he was quite capable. Mathis had never seen a finer swordsman or a better leader of soldiers. But at the end of the day he was still a very young man. He had been raised to believe he was already capable of making weighty decisions and to rule, but he wasn't. And Mathis feared Camelot would pay the price. Wizards, druids and witches could wreak destruction like no other. Arthur was just too young to understand or to know.

Mathis reached the hallway of the druids' bedrooms and slowed down. Something told him to be cautious. He made his way slowly along the hall towards the chamber given to Relveer. He reached it and knocked.

There was no response.

He knocked again, louder this.

Still no response.

He tried the handle and it wouldn't budge.

"Revleer?" he called. "Druid Relveer?"

Silence met him.

Mathis began to back away from the door, frowning. Something was wrong here. He couldn't place it, he couldn't explain it, but self preservation was suddenly telling him to run.

Everything was too still, too quiet…

He started off quickly, and then broke into a run. He passed one of the druid's rooms. He didn't notice that the door was open. He was just past it when a footstep caught his ear and then a sheering pain hit him in the chest. He stumbled and looked down. A sword tip was sticking out. He blinked, and felt another flair of pain as the sword was pulled out. Blood began to soak his clothes. His knees hit the ground, and he collapsed.

Mathias knew, with the knowledge of a man who had fought in many battles and had taken many wounds, that he was dying and it wouldn't be long. With his last effort he rolled himself over and looked up.

Standing over him, blood dripping from the sword in his hand, was Lancelot. Mathias tried to gasp out some final question but his vision was darkening and in another moment he was gone.

Lancelot stared, unseeingly down at the body, his gaze unfocused. Automatically he slid the sword back into its sheath. And then, unblinkingly he stepped over the body and headed down the hall.