A/N: More!

The cloaks weren't all that hard to get.

Soon, between them, they had borrowed, bought – or in Tristan's case, taken – all the cloaks they needed. Percival, Leon, Merlin, and Tristan, and Alicia were going in. That was four cloaks—the girl didn't need one.

Isolde wanted to come, of course, but Tristan had told her that whenever there was going to be actual fighting, she could come—as for now, they were going for stealth.

"I can't be stealthy?"

"Well, not with every man you cross staring at you in awe," he told her, and that placated her for a while. Besides, she admitted that someone needed to stay and take care of everyone while they were gone. She and Gwen were more than capable.

While Tristan kissed her goodbye, Gwen went and gave Merlin a hug. "Bring Arthur back," she ordered, still a little tearfully, as she leaned against him like he offered the same support as one of the many surrounding trees. "And don't get killed yourself."

"I promise," he said. And he kissed her on top of her head. She looked a little surprised, but he had already turned away to talk to Percival and Leon.

"If there is a lot of trouble," Leon said, "we can't stick around. If Arthur needs to wait a day to be rescued, fine, but we don't have enough men left to lose any more."

Merlin nodded. Not that he planned on turning back any more than Leon did, but it was easier to pretend like that was their idea. Percival, too, gave his consent, and after a while Tristan joined them and agreed readily.

Alicia nodded too. Not that she was even listening.

Merlin hoped it turned out she had a relative ready to adopt her somewhere. She would become awfully spoiled with Percival as her new father.

As they began their walk towards Camelot and it began to grow dark, Tristan spoke up.

"Why don't we split up? There's more than one way to the dungeons, right? And two groups of two would attract less attention."

"We don't even know that's where he's being kept," Merlin argued. "It would be easier to all find out at once."

"That's probably where he's being kept," Leon said. "She put even the king in the dungeons last time, and nowhere else would hold Arthur."

"There's no guarantee even that will, actually," commented Merlin thoughtfully. "It never holds anyone else."

Leon looked insulted. "Our dungeons are secure!"

"You managed to break out of them," Merlin pointed out.

"Gwen helped, though."

"She didn't help me."

Leon had to concede the point. "The point is, I think splitting up is a good idea."

Merlin shrugged. "Fine, you're in charge, after all." Leon smiled.

Tristan grinned. "Great! I call Percival." He patted the big man on his muscular, bulging arm.

Arthur sat in a cell next to Elyan. His eye throbbed—Gwaine informed him that it was turning black, and would be quite a beauty. He'd struggled a bit too much and discovered that Helios hit hard.

His eye didn't hurt as much as his ears, though.

Sure, Gwaine might be the only thing keeping this group of prisoners from death with his fighting-routine. And he got them food, and helped Elyan (who was still very shaky and jumpy after Morgana's torture) to take care of Gaius.

But as could be expected of him… He wouldn't shut up.

Arthur hoped the inevitable rescue came soon.

A/N: For those of you wanting Leon's part of the summary, I think it's coming next chapter. Maybe. I hope none of you are getting annoyed that it's so light-hearted.