The wagon bumps over the cobblestones, drawing up to the unlit pyre. The courtyard, although filled with people, is silent.
Up on the balcony, Uther looks on, stony-faced. His eyes are smoldering, but satisfied that another enemy of his reign is about to be silenced. Beside him is another pair of eyes that are stunned. Betrayed.
He can see this as they tie him to the pole. Then a torch is tossed into the kindling. The crackling flames burn the wood quickly and begin to consume his feet. As Merlin cries out, he awakens in a cold sweat. Another nightmare.
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