The holy man
There was silence. A silence in which Merlin could easily hear the frantic beating of his heart. He looked around. On the faces of the knights, on the faces of his friends, were expressions of shock, disbelief and... oh God, of disgust mixed with terror. Some of them have even drawn their swords.
"What do you think you're doing, Leon?" Arthur approached one of them. Arthur the king, his master, was his friend wasn't he?! Arthur, King, who suffered so much because of magic, a man to whom he lied…he had betrayed and lied to him for years.
"My lord, he is a traitor," the knight said cautiously. He was very well aware of how close the king and servant are, or at least they were.
"Traitor?" Arthur repeated incomprehensibly, as if nothing had happened a moment ago. "And in what way? What he's done?" he asked, and everyone was looking at him not believing their ears.
"My Lord, didn't you see it? He used magic. He is a sorcerer." Leon explained patiently. Finally, Arthur's face flashed something like understanding and Merlin's blood froze. His last hope was gone. But it would be for moment, than Arthur started hysterically laugh.
"Merlin… and the sorcerer!"
"But, you saw it?!" shouted another knight, but was cut off immediately.
"Yes, I saw. I saw that he saved us all. For years now, he's been doing it. I know that he isn't an ordinary servant. Magic is bad. It is the evil that corrupts people and hurts them. However, each of you can swear that what Merlin has doing is good for the people, the monarchy and the whole country. It is a blessing. In Merlin, there is not one bone of evil. Therefore, it is abundantly clear that what you have seen cannot be magic. No…it was a miracle made by a Holy man." Arthur said with a confident smile. He patted his servant comradely on the back. Then he continued on another leg of the journey to the Kingdom of Kalvik, where he was to sign an important peace treaty.