Arthur was saddling his horse when Merlin walked over to him, with Morgana following him. "Good, you're here," said Arthur. "Where is Morgana going to be riding?"
"I think she should ride with me," replied Merlin. "If she had her own horse, she might try to escape. How long will this trip take?"
"It's no more than two days ride to the tomb," said Arthur. "Is that a problem?"
Merlin turned to Morgana. "It could be," he said. "I'm not sure I can maintain control over Morgana's magic for that long, in addition to helping you."
Morgana smiled slightly, but Merlin wasn't done talking. "However, another thing I could do is have someone else look after Morgana- maybe another druid or Kilgarrah."
"What could another druid do?" sneered Morgana. "I am a High Priestess."
Merlin and Arthur shared a look. "Kilgarrah then," said Merlin. "I could command him not to kill her, and Morgana- you may be a High Priestess, but I doubt all your magic would have much effect against the Great Dragon."
Morgana paled. Memories of hearing that Agravaine and his soldiers were dead flashed through her mind.
"In the meantime," said Merlin. "If I were you, I'd keep in mind that if you misbehave, Arthur gets to decide what happens to you."
Morgana nodded.
Morgana was sitting silently behind Merlin as they rode through the forest. At this point, her future didn't look so promising. She couldn't use her magic, and she would either be executed or have her magic taken away when she arrived back in Camelot. She couldn't summon Aithusa, but even if she did, Merlin would probably just command her- if he was powerful enough to have the Great Dragon answer to him, he was definitely powerful enough to make Aithusa obey him.
When Arthur called a break for lunch, he, Merlin, Mithian, and the knights quickly set up and lounged around in a circle, laughing and talking. Morgana sat outside of the circle, watching the rest of the people with some envy. She felt hungry, but she figured it wasn't worth the trouble of bothering the clearly happy group.
"Morgana."
She started, and looked up to see Merlin standing over her, holding a bowl of soup and some bread in his hand. "Aren't you hungry?"
"No," replied Morgana, just as her stomach growled. Merlin smiled sadly, then held out the soup and bread to her. Morgana set the soup on the ground and tore off a piece of bread to dip into the soup as Merlin sat beside her.
They sat in silence while Morgana ate, and then for a little bit afterward. Finally, Morgana said, "Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" answered Merlin.
"Give me food," replied Morgana.
"I really have no interest in making you suffer, Morgana," replied Merlin.
"Of course you don't," said Morgana bitterly.
"Why do you think you're still *alive*?" retorted Merlin angrily. "Because I advised Arthur not to kill you. I hate seeing people suffer, Morgana- even you." With that, Merlin got up and stalked angrily away, leaving Morgana sitting there in shock.