Hello and THANK YOU, your reviews rock. I got lot of power to do this. Now I have a goal. I'm going to finish this story before the end of this month, before my birthday lol. So, we are near the end, again. But before that, there is going to be lot and lot of things upcoming to our heroes. I know that someones wait whumping, not in this chap but really really soon. And I'm afraid that someone want kill me in near future becouse what I'm going to do. LOL. Enjoy. TheSaga

Gwaine watched as the blond man went speechless. Then the man took Robin's face between his hands and looked into his eyes.

"Your vision, it has not returned. Why? I though…" The man stopped and puckered his forehead. "What you mean you don't know me? It's me, Arthur." He sounded so disappointed, even though he tried to hide it.

"Arthur? Arthur…" Robin looked confused. But he was interrupted when one of the guards approached them.

"Hey, you there, back to the wagon! Now!"

The old woman behind Arthur stepped forward.

"Yes. I just want to look and see what is wrong with him." She spoke very calmly and authoritatively. The guard looked at them suspiciously, but eventually turned away and Gwaine breathed with relief. The one called Arthur settled on Robin's other side to help and looked over his head at Gwaine.

"So, Arthur. I'm Gwaine. It seems like you know my friend here." Gwaine said with smile.

"Yes, I, we, have been looking for him. However, I never would have guessed to find him here, but on the other hand, this is a typical situation to find him in. So Merlin, what is wrong?"

"I… I don't remember." The young one between them sighed. "I don't remember what has happened. I don't remember you. I don't even remember my own name."

"Wasn't Kilgharrah the one who had taken care of you? Gaius said that he and Lancelot…"

"You know Kilgharrah?" Robin gasped. Gwaine decided that he really wanted to meet this Kilgharrah.

"Yes. I mean. I didn't know before… It's complicated. I'll tell you later. And remind me when you are well again that you have some explaining to do. But Lancelot and Gaius were the ones who took you to him. Or, that is, actually Kilgharrah fetched you. I wasn't there, and… and I though that you were… dead. But why didn't Kilgharrah tell you anything?" Arthur moved quickly topic. It was clear that the subject was sensitive to him.

"He said that I had to remember myself." Robin answered.

"It makes sense." Old woman smiled. "He is…a very important person to us."

Gwaine looked the woman. "You are a healer, right? Can you help him?"

"Maybe, if we have enough time. Merlin, do you remember me? I'm Heather."

"No. I'm sorry." Robin sounded a little desperate.

"Don't be, it's alright. Don't beat yourself too much over it. But knowing you, I think that my warnings echo through the empty ears. Here, sit here. Percival, get me more water."

The big man nodded and walked away. Gwaine smiled to Robin. No, Merlin. This was Merlin. "You got your name back. Falcon. I said so."

"Merlin." The boy repeated it slowly.

"Myrddin Emrys." Lancelot said quietly and Gwaine watched as Merlin startled and raised his head towards the voice.

"Lancelot?" Merlin asked uncertainly and Arthur looked at Lancelot.

"Oh great. He remembered you but not me?" Arthur snarled with irritation. Lancelot smirked. Gwaine patted with sympathy Arthur's back. "It is going to be alright."

"Get your hand of me." Gwaine pulled his hands away from Arthur quickly, but did not stop grinning. But the man's suddenly strengthened authority made Gwaine understand who this blond arrogant man might be.

"I think your memory will come along well when you see, or hear, some familiar things." Heather smiled and examined Merlin carefully. Lancelot turned to look at Gwaine.

"Do you know this place? Where we are?"

"Yes, of course. This is castle of Cocidius."

Heather turned also look Gwaine. On her face had become a faithless look. "You said, Cocidius?"

"Yes?"

She turned back to Merlin, a voice almost a whisper. "Merlin. How is your magic?"

Merlin seemed surprised that someone unknown to him said something about his magic.

"Not good. This place, it makes me uneasy. I can't get ahold of my magic, like it is slipping out of my reach."

"Arthur, we can't wait until night to act. We have to go soon as possible." Heather's voice was tight.

"What? Why?"

"This place. I have heard about this place. About this lake. In this lake lies a monster. It is told that Cocidious chased the monster throughout this side of the world, until it was captured at this place. He sealed it in the depths of a lake. In this lake. The castle took its name from that legend. But I know that legend is true. There is a monster."

"What kind of monster? And if it's true, why we should be wary now. No one here has seen any kind of monster, ever. Although I admit that this lake is creepy." Gwaine asked.

"Because of him." Heather looked at Merlin. "Because of Emrys and his magic." Heather whispered. "That creature eats magic. And Emry's magic is more powerful than anyone else's. And how do I know? I'm a healer, but I'm also apart of a druid clan. We know."

"You know, you really are a trouble magnet Merlin." Arthur mocked.

"Clot bole." Merlin said.

"Idiot."

"Prat."

"Shut up Merlin."

"Yes. Dollop head."

Gwaine watched them bickering. It was amazing to see how they reacted to each other so lightly. Suddenly, he felt himself an outsider. He had walked together with Merlin only a few weeks, but he was fond of this strange young man. And he noticed that he wasn't the only one.

Arthur burst out laughing and Merlin smiled. "That felt, weird."

"I think that was a good sign. But how we can escape?" Heather reminded them. Her face was still concerned, an almost panicked look. It was clear that she did not like a lighthearted banter right after she said that they had to flee and quickly.

"So, Gwaine, you know where to go?" Arthur was back to serious.

"I think so yes." Gwaine admitted, trying desperately to remember the details of the surrounding area. It wasn't easy, but he remembered something and it was enough. "Nearby is a bigger path. I guess you did not come through it."

"No. What way?"

"To the north."

"It means that we have to go around the lake." Lancelot looked at the lake.

"Then we need some kind of diversion." Percival said. "Maybe we have to divide people into small groups and tell them which direction they go when the riot begins."

"And that they will shun the beach." Heather said. "I will help you to do that. Arthur?"

"Yes, that's good. Now we need a diversion."

"Oh, leave that to me." Gwaine said.

Merlin sighed heavily.