Beyond the rolling hills and the white tipped mountains, beyond the gaze of the great sorcerer that lived in the shadows of Camelot, just out of reach of the Knight's sword which would unite Albion and unpredicted by the witch's dreams was a lair.
"That was disappointing, I so wanted to see my son again but Agravaine just had to fail me." A feminine voice broke out into the darkness as she gazed into her scrying bowl.
"Why can you not do so now? You do not need Agravaine to take Camelot!" Morgause stepped out of the shadows and moved to peer into the scrying bowl as well.
"My son forced you away by the sheer want of not wanting to deal with you; you underestimate his power as does he and those around him." The woman hissed back.
"What do you propose we do?" Morgause prompted eyeing up her mistress.
"A new strategy must be made." She replied.
"It will be done Nimueh." Morgause disappeared in a swirl of wind and gravel.
"Soon Merlin, soon we will meet. We will do great things together, my son…"