Merlin ducked under the low doorframe of the small room, wiping blood from his hands. It had been difficult to heal the young man, but he had managed it. Now he was planning on trying to find Arthur, hopefully to find him busy with some task or other. His attention was diverted, however, as he past the small alcove that led to the tunnels. He wasn't sure what it was, but something was pulling him towards there. He followed his instincts, cautiously stepping into the tunnel and making his way down. He had scarcely been in the tunnel for three minutes when he heard faint groaning.
"Hello?" he called down, quietly.
"Help..." the voice was faint, and coming from the side tunnel just ahead of him. Merlin ran towards the voice, instinct telling him that it wasn't a trap, and found himself nearly tripping over a young knight. Kneeling down, he knew that he needed to get him to Gaius. There was a knife sticking from his back that had staunched most of the bleeding, and the knife didn't look like it had pierced any vital points, but it was still a severe injury. He took of his neck scarf, using it to further staunch the bood flow, and helped the young knight to his feet.
"Come on, we have to get you to Gaius..."
"No..." the man groaned, "Must tell King Arthur... Morgana finished copies... about to attack..."
Even that small speech had taken most of the young mans strength, causing his entire body to sag and meaning that Merlin now had to fully support his weight. Merlin muttered a few words, making it easier to carry him, and made his way back up the tunnel.

He made it to the mouth of the tunnel a few minutes later, calling for help, and it was only ten minutes later that he, Gaius and Arthur were stood around him. Gaius was patching him up as Arthur was considering what Merlin had related to him.
"Sir Peredur has given us an edge that we cant afford to waste," he said, "If Morgana really is ready to make her move, then we have to be ready for it." He walked over to Sir Peredur clapping him on the shoulder, "Thankyou," He told him, before turning and heading out. Merlin made to follow, but Peredur called him back.
"Thanks for finding me." he said, faintly. Merlin shrugged it off.
"Its fine. Just try not to die on us eh? Then it would all have been for nothing." He wa rewarded with a small smile and he followed Arthur towards the tavern.

Morana stared down at her army, assembling in the courtyard below. A mixture of soldiers, taking up the ground space, and demons, who were hovering above their heads. The lower town would be swamped in next to no time, leaving her free to clear up. The other six versions of her were spread out amongst the men, succeeding in spreading unease. It was her opinion that it was easier to rule by fear than love. Once she had control of Camelot, she would win the hearts of the people. She turned from her window and swept from the room. She would give it an hour for final preparations, then she would give the command.
She had waited for years, she could wait another hour.

Arthur finished hauling one of the beams up for their rooftop platforms, and glanced around at the street below him. Since they had heard about Morgana having completed using the echo of Morganite, the speed at which they were working had increased. They had no idea how long Peredur ad been in the tunnel, so that meant Morgana could attack at any second. Arthur clambered down to the ground and nearly got run down by Gwen.
"Hey, hold up," he said, "where are you off to so fast?" he noticed that she was wearing chainmail and his face fell into a frown, "Please tell me you aren't getting involved in this one." He sighed at the determined expression on her face.
"Arthur, I cant just sit it out. Anyway, Ive been in fights before... Like Ealdor."
"Yes, but that was different. They weren't trained soldiers..."
"Well, either you know that I am fighting, or I do it behind your back. You know I'll do it Arthur. I have as much right as anyone here to fight for Camelot and you know it."
Arthur saw the determination in her eyes and called to Elyan, who was over the other side of the street.
"Elyan, you sister is intent on fighting. If she is going to, I want it to be with at least a slight measure of protection. Feel up to the job?"
Elyan nodded and sighed,
"She was always stubborn... but she can fight. I'm going to keep my eye on her sire, don't worry about that."
"Hey," that was Gwen, "I am here you know, I can hear you. And I will have you know that I am fully capable of..."
"Yeah," Elyan agreed, "But we don't have all day to argue this. Come on."
Gwen kissed Arthur on the cheek and ran after her brother. Arthur sighed and turned around, only to get knocked to the floor by Merlin.

After disentangling themselves and getting to their feet, Merlin grinned ruefully.
"Sorry, I have three more beam traps to prepare. It kinda taking its toll." Arthur dusted himself off and nudged him towards the other end of the street.
"Better get a move on then. I'm heading to the Tavern, so meet me there when you're done?" Merlin nodded and jogged over to the structure of beams that were balancing from a small house. Arthur watched him go, and couldn't help admiring Merlin's idea to enchant the beams to hold the demons in place. He was using a similar magic to what he had used to repel them in the forest but in such a way that it wouldn't drain his energy so much. Arthur grinned as Merlin narrowly dodged running into a burly middle aged man and turned to head to the Tavern. He took three steps before being pushed aside by a young man.
"Seriously," he complained out loud, "Why am I always the one who gets shoved over?"
"You've got the biggest head, so its harder to miss!" Merlin called back, facing him, before turning and vanishing around a corner.
Arthur growled under his breath and dismissed the young mans frantic apologies. He set into a jog and had just reached the tavern when he heard a high pitched screeching noise. He turned towards the Castle and groaned.
"Every time..." The first screams rang out from the upper town and Arthur changed course, running instead to the gates to the upper town, pulling out his sword as he ran. Hopefully Merlin had got those traps working...