Odin fell to the floor with a gasp. Merlin turned to Arthur. "Should I heal him?" he asked.
Arthur was silent. A few seconds later, Merlin said, "Arthur. Do you want him to die or not?"
Arthur took a deep breath. "Not," he replied. "Heal him."
Merlin closed his eyes and stretched his hand over Odin's wound. "Þurhhæle dolgbenn," he muttered, and opened his eyes, which flashed gold.
At first, the spell seemed to have no affect, but within a short amount of time, Odin's breathing grew less labored, finally becoming normal.
"Why did you do that?" asked Odin weakly.
"Because I'm getting tired of constant bloodshed," replied Arthur. "I want to rule over a peaceful land, and killing you wouldn't help that." With that, he offered his hand to Odin, who slowly reached up and grasped it.
When they left the tomb, Merlin hurried off to find Kilgarrah. When he got to the meadow, Morgana was lying unconscious on the grass, and Kilgarrah's face was angry. "What happened?" Merlin asked.
"Evidently, your control over her magic waned enough that she tried to escape," replied Kilgarrah. "She started to attack me, so I knocked her out."
"Thank you, Kilgarrah," said Merlin. "I'll take her from here."
Kilgarrah bowed his head to Merlin. "Be careful, young warlock," he cautioned. "The Witch is powerful, and dangerous."
"Don't worry," said Merlin coldly. "She won't be a danger for much longer."