"Ah! Arthur Pendragon. I hadn't expected to see you so soon."
"What? Who are you? Why are you hiding behind that cowl?"
"Merlin is right, you are a thick one."
"Merlin? How do you know my manservant?"
"Think back to where you were before you arrived here."
"I… I was with Merlin… I… Oh. I died didn't I?"
"I am afraid you did. I should have know this was coming."
"Oh? How so?"
"149."
"What?"
"I told him not to go gruesomely for 150. I don't know how he is going to do it, but Merlin will be here shortly."
"What?! Merlin is about to die?!"
"Calm yourself. It isn't the first time, nor the last."
"What do you mean? Once you die, that is it. You can't die twice."
"King Arthur, I am Death and I can tell you that your servant had died 137 times for you."
"No, no no! He couldn't… He wouldn't just… H-how? How has he died?"
"Do you remember how he threw himself into a Darocha to save you?"
"Of course I remember! He nearly- Oh no… He did, didn't he? He actually did die…"
"Twice in fact. On the way back to Camelot, he and Lancelot stopped by a stream filled with water spirits. That night, he died again. While his body was empty, the spirits healed it, allowing him to return to it."
"Oh gods… He has been dying for ever since he came to Camelot?"
"King Arthur, you truly do not listen. I told you he had died a total of 149 times, 137 for you. He died 12 times before the two of you met."
"N-no…. He- He couldn't have… Hunith… Sh-she would have known."
"She knew. It was one of the reasons she sent him to Gaius."
"What happened?"
"He drowned."
"How? How did it happen?"
"That is not my story to tell."
"If you don't tell me, how will I ever find out?"
"You could just ask me, you prat."
"Merlin!"