Gowen was sweating under his armor. He had been out of it so long that he had forgotten how hot it could be. He was tempted to take it off, but his opponent was wearing armor and Gowen needed the duel to be evenly matched. Gowen marched out onto the field, sword in hand ready to face the black knight. The black knight looked at Gowen, staring at the white phoenix on his chest. The helmet made it impossible to see his face, so Gowen could only guess what was going through his mind.

The two men raised their swords. Gowen's hands shook. He began to circle the black knight, who simply stood there not moving in the slightest. Gowen waited for a call to combat, but it never came. Maybe he had missed it. Regardless, he continued to circle the black knight, who continued to stand there. Gowen knew he would have to strike the first blow.

He experimentally swung his sword at the black knight. It harmlessly flew past its target, missing the black knight and only hitting air. The black knight just stood there. Gowen swung again, this time he made contact with the black knight's sword. The black knight countered Gowen's attack, by stabbing at him. Gowen dodged the blade and moved to the side. The black knight turned to face Gowen and swung his sword again. It cut a piece of Gowen's doublet, but otherwise harmlessly hit the ground. Gowen took the opportunity to strike at the black knight, hitting his helmet and knocking the knight backwards a bit. Gowen then charged at the black knight, trying to impale him with his sword. The black knight avoided this and retreated further towards the stands.

Gowen gave chase, trying to stop the black knight from attacking the spectators. Gowen swung at the black knight's arm. The blade hit the black knight's shoulder, but was unable to do any damage due to the armor. The black knight then grabbed the blade and sent it flying into the stands. Spectators ran to avoid it as it landed blade first into a plank of wood. The black knight raised his sword and swung it at Gowen. Gowen avoided the strike and charged at the black knight. Without his sword, he would have to settle with his fists. Gowen delivered a swift punch to the black knight's stomach, which knocked him to the ground. Gowen jumped into the stands and went straight for the sword. He reached it and tried to pull it out of the plank it was stuck in. After a little struggle, Gowen pulled it out of the wood and turned around towards the black knight. He found himself face to face with the black knight who punched Gowen in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Gowen could feel the blood running from his nose. The black knight stood over Gowen, ready to drive his sword into him. Before he knew what he was doing, Gowen punched the black knight's helmet. Gowen was glad he had gotten drunk before the fight. It meant he didn't have to feel the bones in his hand breaking. The blow was so powerful that it knocked the black knight off balance. Gowen punched the black knight again, this time knocking his helmet off. It hit the ground with a loud clang. Gowen was now face to face with his attacker.

Gowen recognized the face from the façade. Sure, decay had taken its toll, but it was unmistakably his father. The black knight stared at Gowen for a bit. For a moment it looked like he was going to drop his sword and end the fight. Then he raised his blade over his head, ready to deliver the finishing blow. Gowen reached for his sword, but he was too slow. Even with his senses dulled, he could still fell the black knight's blade cut into the right side of his body right below his ribcage. Gowen's foot collided with the black knight's chest, forcing him to let go of his sword. Gowen ignored the pain and grabbed the blade. He swung it with all the strength he could muster, striking at the black knight's neck. "Rest in peace father."

Before Gowen knew what was happening, a large blast hit him. It was powerful enough to splinter the stands and Gowen blacked out. When he came to he heard loud cheers coming from all around him. Some were shouting "Wraithslayer! Wraithslayer! Wraithslayer!" Others were shouting "Wraitsbane! Wraitsbane! Wraitsbane!" The two groups seemed to be at odds with each other, arguing over what they should be calling Gowen. Gowen got up and saw Gaius running towards him. Gowen looked down to look at the wound he had received. He noted that it wasn't deep. That was good. However, it was long and he had lost a lot of blood. Gowen began to feel lightheaded. He looked to Gaius, and noticed that Morgana was running behind him. She looked concerned. Huh...

Uther looked at Gowen, who lay in his bed comatose. He turned to Gaius. "How is he?"

"I've stopped the bleeding and did what I could to prevent infection," said Gaius. "All we can do now is hope for the best."

"Has he said anything?" said Uther.

"Yes, he came too briefly," said Gaius. "He wanted two things."

"What were they?" said Uther.

"First," said Gaius. "He wants his father's tomb repaired."

Uther contemplated this request for a moment. "I suppose he deserves some reward. What was the other thing he wanted?"

Gaius went to Gowen's bed and picked up a sword. "He wanted this returned to you."

"It's not mine," said Uther. "It was forged for Arthur."

"Well I will have Merlin return it to him." Just then Merlin walked into the room. "Speak of the devil."

"I was just checking in on Gowen," said Merlin. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes there is." Gaius handed Merlin the sword. "Return this to Arthur."

Merlin took the sword. "I will."

"Good," said Gaius. "It's an intriguing weapon. The markings on it are strange. Where did you get it?"

"Right, well that's a long story." Merlin rushed out of the room.

Uther turned to Gaius. "He's a strange boy."

"Well he often visits the tavern," said Gaius.