Three weeks had passed all too quickly as Morgana sat in her father's chair, ready to pass judgment on the knight kneeling before her. Agravaine was to her left, the man's face still pale from whatever happened several weeks ago when he ran off into the night. He had since been assembling the rest of her levies and was confident they would march to Camelot right after the new year. The man had been oddly helpful recently, if still drinking heavily and using every moment to leer at her, especially when she noticed. He disgusted her but she couldn't dismiss his advice and help. However he was the next person to judge after Lucan, though he didn't know it. Lord Godarrd, one of her oldest and supposedly loyal Lords had been found murdered, his throat cut. Agravaine had been found close by the area, drunk and with no explanation. Her dreams had been full of him covered in blood before the incident.
Gwen was at her right. She had known her former maidservant would make a good advisor but was surprised at how well Gwen had picked up on all the finer points of politics. This woman would make a great lady, not just a simple advisor. Unfortunately Dame and advisor was as much as she dared push with Uther in command of Camelot. She was almost jealous at how stunning Gwen looked in the blue and white of Cornwall, with a sash of red stating her loyalty to Camelot. She had always been gorgeous but now looked regal. Morgana had been terrified when Gwen had declared she knew her secret, but her fear had been misplaced. Gwen was loyal, loyal to take her secret down to the grave with her. I will never let it come to that. Gwen knew about Merlin as well, it was unavoidable since they met so often and she didn't want Gwen to think they were having an affair, though she didn't think her former maidservant would say anything. Gwen had since been cold to Merlin, which was expected. The boy had kept so much from everyone.
Merlin had noticed Gwen's new look, like any red blooded male. It was painfully obvious from his glances at her corseted chest. Morgana felt slightly annoyed, but it wasn't as if she harbored any feelings for him. The Warlock was now by Agravaine's side, whispering numbers and values to the Lord who grunted or whispered back. The two disliked each other it seemed, but found a common ground in Arthur, and in hating the knight in front of them. She was going to meet him again tonight, Gwen covering as usual. She had finally mastered an unlocking spell and wanted to learn more, especially about fire which had almost consumed her. Morgana's dreams were also bothering her, especially the one about the dragon, which had come true on the day Galahad had come rushing back to Camelot with a contingent of Camelot knights. Also these of Agravaine, and an argument he had with his nephew that she could never discern. Worse was the one she had not told Merlin about, the one were the warlock and a bearded man argued about a coming battle, and parted ways on opposite sides. The Duchess sighed and focused on the sight in front.
Morgana looked with open disgust on the knight kneeling before her. He had grown a beard in the dungeon, had lost weight but none of his arrogant composure. He stared up at her and did not avoid her eyes. Due to the information he held, Morgana had allowed no one else in the chamber, save Galahad. It was too sensitive to risk Uther finding out about the Sidhe, especially with a war and a dragon loose. She was dressed in chainmail, like her father always had worn at court, with Gorlois's sword, retrieved by Galahad from Geoffrey, bare across her knees.
"State your case Sir Lucan." She said acting bored. "I have a war to prepare for and a dragon is roaming the country side, God knows where or what he will do. Go on, don't be shy." Her tone changed to mocking.
"You are a traitor to your King Morgana. The enemies of Camelot are in those woods, and you would conceal them from the destruction they deserve. All of you would conceal them."
"We are not going to discuss that. Camelot has enough problems with one more supposed enemy Uther has made. Tell me Lucan, who sent you to spy on me? Who are you working with? Your own squire didn't know so I doubt it was someone of good repute."
The knight shook his head with a laugh. "You'll never get anything out of me my Lady, but I assure you King Uther will have some interesting questions for you when he realizes you've imprisoned one of his knights."
"The King has no idea." Morgana said dismissively, noticing the smile drop off his face. "Only a few people here know. Prince Arthur will find out eventually."
"This is against the law!" Lucan growled. "I am a knight and a noble entitled to certain rights!"
"You forfeited those rights when you spied on me. Do not forget Sir Lucan, you were sworn to Cornwall. I am your Duchess."
"You have a title so he can appease his little Ward!" The knight yelled. "Lord Agravaine, you can't let her execute such power!"
"Silence!" Morgana yelled. Gwen touched her arm and she regained his composure. "Before I pass sentence on you Sir, I will give you one more chance to answer me."
"What are you going to have me killed?" The knight laughed. "I'm sure not, imagine what Arthur would think? My only regret is that I wasn't able to touch all of your body Morgana, God knows you were wet at the thought of it."
Morgana let out a small laugh, containing her disgust and anger. "Lord Agravaine, have this man hanged."
"My Lady?" The Lord asked.
Morgana raised an eyebrow and the Lord moved to seize Lucan. "Very well my Lady. On orders of the Duchess Morgana Gorlois I hereby sentence you to be hanged."
Agravaine yelled for the guards, who began to drag out the screaming knight. "Guards, have him gagged. I want him hanged now." The Lord said simply as the knight was dragged from the castle.
Morgana felt slight pity once her rage began to cool, and rested her chin in her hand. Her servant poured them all some wine and she motioned for Agravaine. Galahad had gone to attend his master, still loyal despite the knight's faults. The boy was too noble for his own good but would ensure Lucan's silence at his hanging.
"Morgana, the dragon was spotted again north of Glastonbury before flying away towards Nemeth. So far Camelot has heard rumors but nothing says that the dragon has done anything except destroy the main banner on the citadel." Agravaine began.
"And this man, the renegade Balinor?"
"He has not been spotted with him since the night of the breakout. Honestly my Lady this mess is better left to Uther. We have a war to wage and the dragon seems to be leaving us alone. Or for us to march." He added.
"I agree. We will focus on my troops instead of this beast hunt." She knew how Uther's pride must be hurt, how the kingdoms were laughing at him now. She smirked slightly. Still, it looked bad for Arthur, if his father couldn't hold a beast that had been chained for twenty years. Vortigern, now this Kilgharrah. Uther's past was catching up to him quickly. A part of her hoped this would undo the king, force him to call off this pointless war of conquest, but she had not been so lucky yet.
It was her duty to continue gathering her troops for the march, and she couldn't go against the King not in a time like this when his emotions were probably running rampant. I'm not doing this for Uther. I am doing this for Arthur. If only she could work out Merlin's feelings on the matter. He had been so distraught when he heard the news that later he had admitted he had known about the dragon but had never tried to communicate with it. Something was off with Merlin. He feared the dragon, as anyone in their right mind would, but he seemed almost personally invested in the matter.
"Lord Agravaine we need to discuss Lord Godarrd. He was a loyal servant to my father and being childless I need to find someone to give the titles to his lands. Your alibi is still weak my Lord."
"Morgana why are we talking about this again?" Agravaine sighed. "I was drunk, we talked and I left before some opportunist slit his throat. Out of your four Lords two stood to gain from his death, the two you most likely would bestow Godarrd's titles on. Look to them. I gain nothing from Godarrd's death."
"And yet my Lord's are guileless. They were training troops and the work does not look like it was that of a simple cutthroat my Lord."
"Don't think you can accuse me Morgana. You may have the title, but De Bois was a long standing noble and powerful house before Uther. You are not Gorlois do not think you can control me."
Morgana frowned. "You forget yourself my Lord."
"Shut up girl!" Agravaine hissed. Morgana rose, her sword trembling in her hands as Merlin and Gwen rushed in.
Agravaine had become flustered, and pointed a gloved hand at her his face red. "I am Prince Arthur's staunchest supporter and the Queen's brother! You all act as if her death meant nothing but it do not! Stand against me and you stand against Arthur and I will not have the memory of my sister disgraced. You look so smug, so sure in your future, sure of bedding Arthur and becoming his Queen. You may wear that crown one day Morgana but Igraine will always be more of a queen then you could ever hope to be!"
The Lord stormed out and Morgana sunk back into her chair and placed her father's sword on the ground. Merlin walked up beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"He's drunk. And upset."
"He killed Godarrd Merlin."
"I know." The warlock replied. Morgana and Gwen both gazed at him expectantly and he continued. "He was the only one who could have done it. But we must let Arthur handle this Morgana."
She knew he was right. Camelot was on the edge with the dragon. Galahad also had spoken of rumors that Uther's inner court was in turmoil especially without word from Carleon or Annis. They needed to be united or their enemies would tear them apart.
"Agravaine is right though. What reason would he have to kill Godarrd?" Gwen asked.
Merlin shifted uneasily before noticing Morgana's expression. "I checked your father's records Morgana. Godarrd was one of Uther's strongest supporters of the Purge within Camelot. Since Lord Tristan's death after the initial…massacre, De bois more or less removed their support."
"So that's his reason." Morgana mused. "I have to have him arrested."
"No!" Merlin pleaded. "Arthur would never forgive you and we will never be able to prove anything without a confession."
"His political power also far outstrips yours My Lady." Gwen added.
"Arthur will make the right decision." Merlin continued.
Morgana scoffed. "And if Agravaine was killing druid boys would you let that go as well Merlin?"
"Not here Morgana." Merlin muttered under his breath. Only her chambers or far outside the castle were safe from prying ears. "Please. We can't change Camelot in a day, and to change it we will need Arthur."
Morgana huffed and rose from her chair striding out of the room. "Next time I see you Merlin, have an explanation for why I need the Prince to change this realm."
"He is the Prince and future king that's why!" Merlin shouted after her but Gwen grabbed his arm.
"You know how she feels about Agravaine Merlin, and you know Agravaine's less than pure thoughts were she is concerned. Why are you protecting him?"
"I am serving Arthur, and protecting her."
"He's a murderer Merlin."
"We don't know the whole story because Agravaine will not admit anything." He couldn't tell Gwen the truth he had seen a month ago with Agravaine and the Sidhe. Gwen still hadn't forgiven him for not telling her about his magic and was as hurt as Morgana had been.
Gwen looked back at him coldly. "Don't shut us out Merlin. I know you are hiding something more."
The Lady strode from the room leaving Merlin alone. He put his head in his hands and began to pace. There had been that serving boy who disappeared, and now Lord Godarrd. What was Agravaine truly up to? He was determined to follow the man, even if it meant missing his session with Morgana. Arthur's fate meant more than his love for Morgana surely, didn't it? Especially since it would only be unrequited. If Agravaine was truly a danger he needed to know. He felt as if Kilgharrah was laughing at him and Gaius as well. You and Morgana can never be. But he loved her and knew that would never change. He would die old and alone, and sickly, that almost felt like destiny.
He must have heard Balinor and the dragon all those weeks ago talking and invading his sleep at night. It made sense now, the dragon had asked his Lord to release him from the prison. But why now, and why didn't they attack Camelot? Merlin felt cold. He had thought a lot about this but it was the only option that made sense. With Camelot's forces assembling it may be too risky to attack now. The dragon was waiting for the outbreak of hostilities. 'King', rather Prince Cenred was a friend of magic and Kilgharrah was of magic. Balinor had sided with Cenred and Arthur and Camelot would be destroyed, but how could he prevent this? He had no way of talking to Kilgharrah. He shuddered, wondering if the dragon ever told him the truth, if the talk about Arthur and destiny had only been to gain his trust so he would release the dragon. Merlin knew he was alone, but he had no choice. Leaving the chamber he put thoughts of Morgana and Agravaine from his mind. He needed to find Kilgharrah. He made his way to the stables after collecting provisions, and thankful for the dim weather but hating the first snow he saw falling. He would make his way from Cornwall and go north towards Glastonbury, knowing he would pass a certain forest on the way. He was almost out the gates when a soft voice called to him.
"Where are you going?"
Merlin paled and stop his trot, turning to face Morgana who looked sad and alone. The other emotion he read was betrayal. The blue and white clad Cornwall guards moved to surround him.
Uther cursed again, throwing away the empty wine bottle. Was there not enough liquor in this castle between him and Lot? His courtiers had all ignored him today, ran away scared. Good for them. Morgause had been right, a strong action was necessary. He crucified the captain of the guard on suspicion of sorcery along with two other high ranking guardsmen. This was no outside-the-city affair. He had them crucified in the main square. It was ludicrous but they had allowed that damn Balinor escape with the beast. The dragon had burnt his banner, his symbol of Pendragon pride that had run above his castle since he took it from Vortigern, a present from Gorlois's court. Goddamn Kilgharrah.
The creature rotting in the cave was a well kept secret among all but the old guard, a symbol of his power and dynasty, a speculated rumor to cow the kingdoms and now all they had done to capture the creature had gone to naught. He may now be the laughing stock of all of Albion for the Old Kings and Queens knew the truth, as did former Kings Mark and Idres, his own vassals, the great Uther Pendragon losing his pet beast. Uther threw documents across his room again. He would be damned if he would look like a fool. Let the other nations think him weak, let them try to take advantage; he would be more than ready for them. The army at Camelot was approaching ten thousand already.
He already had a special party led by Sir Gareth approaching the borders of Essetir. There was a small village there, Ealdor, from which he had chased out Balinor years ago. He was going to slaughter its inhabitants, burn it to the ground, force the Dragon Lord to confront him. Gareth should be heading back now it had been almost three weeks. Then he would use the same amulets they had used before, and kill both Lord and Beast. He would mount Kilgharrah's head on his keep alongside the rotting corpse of Balinor. Nothing mattered now except his own power and his own legacy. Why didn't Balinor want revenge? Well it didn't matter. He soon would. Maybe he had a woman back in Essetir. Uther had ordered all females unharmed and brought back to Camelot. That might draw his attention.
Looking at the muster reports he threw those across the room as well. Only Cornwall was keeping up to speed. He had made the right decision giving the Duchy to Morgana. She was her father's daughter. He only needed to keep a few things under wraps, especially the Ealdor situation. He was no fool, the girl was too arrogant to bow unquestionably to his rule and with the dragon escaping he felt like things were slipping through his fingers. He needed her for a while yet, needed her to make her own mistakes until she came to see his way. Also, Morgause would help in this respect. They were sisters after all. Finally there was always the dungeons, again. If she tried to fight him he would break her. There had been that one moment after her maid's father's death when he had chained her and felt a sick pleasure run through his body. He hoped it didn't come to that again. Why couldn't she just love him like the father he had been to her? He felt repulsed at the other feelings he felt for her, the lust. He had always loved Igraine but Vivienne had stirred something inside of him, and Morgana was almost her mirrored image. Uther growled. He needed a woman. He would have Cedric summon some brunette whore. It had been two years he may be older now but still had all the desires of his youth. Anything to forget Morgana. He wouldn't betray Gorlois again. She was to be a daughter to him, not a mistress.
It was only midday but he was exhausted from the amount of wine he had drunk and laid his head down on his table for a quick spell. Council wasn't until later. When he lifted his neck and opened his eyes he was wearing his blood red cloak and a redder tunic. His sword was in his hands already slick with blood. Ector and Caradoc were with him, Gorlois, Kay, Gaius and Godward. Aredian gave him a knowing smirk from under his black brimmed hat and Uther remembered. Igraine had died four weeks before. The Purge had just begun.
"Masters of concealment." The Witchfinder began with a smirk. "Oh not today my dear sorcerers."
The night was thick with mist as they moved into the lower town, having already left the cobblestones of the citadel slick with the blood of those monsters. Everyone there who had been a friend or practitioner of magic was already dead. Men, women, children, they were none of those. They were the monsters that took his beloved Igraine from him. His heart hammered in his chest as he led his guard into the lower city and onto the unsuspecting populace. Doors were barricaded in one quarter and he smirked as Aredian lit his torch and Gaius and Kay began intoning their wicked words.
Burn them with your sin you loyal fuckers.
As the fires broke out and the guilty began to run he and his soldiers cut them down without thinking and without remorse. Gorlois was dead beside him, covered in the blood of men women and children. Alongside him Lord Godward smashed the head of a five year old boy into the wall before throwing his mother alongside the corpse and moved over her. Uther went on after hearing her curses and pleading schemes. He wouldn't defile his own flesh like that but let Godward rape who he would. He was a noble after all. Let them have their fun.
He flew back against a wall, then seeing the yellow eyes fading far off rushed back in a rage. The man directed a cone of flame towards the king but he rolled under it. Bringing his sword up from a low arc he cut the man from stomach to neck and pushed him off into the mud with a grunt. Caradoc moved behind him, blocking a mace blow from a woman, before cutting off her head and tossing it towards a group of teenagers.
"You're mommy was it? Or your girlfriend?" Caradoc mocked. He had not yet gone pensive and silent. That came after the Purge Uther recalled.
To his right Gorlois had completely lost it, drowning in his own sickness taking on at least thirty of those monsters with Kay and knights by his side. The Duke was covered in red but gave no battle cry as he methodically cut them down. Gorlois never screamed in battle. Uther turned towards the teenagers, who began to lower their weapons in fear. Uther stabbed the eldest in the gut, looking at the blue eyes and blonde hair before thrusting him to the ground. Blood, shit and ash filled the air. The two others, one boy one girl, were no more than thirteen, and stood trembling looking at their king.
"Uther…" He heard Gaius's voice behind him.
The King placed his hand on Caradoc's shoulder, stopping him and turned around. "Burn them Gaius."
Uther moved to join the Duke of Cornwall as he heard the sorcerer utter a spell and heard the cries and smelled the burning flesh behind him. Several hours later smoke rose above Camelot as Uther watched Geoffrey and Gaius move between corpses, the former ticking off the names of the supposed two hundred and sixty three sorcerers they had slain. Uther remembered that number, the number of the traitors in Camelot. Two bitches remained. Nimueh. Vivienne.
As the sun rose blood red in the sky, Uther was thankful for the rain that had begun to wash off the gore. In front of the gates of Camelot, with his Lord's assembled and the knights and levies called Uther gave his orders accordingly. Each Lord had their camps and villages to raid. He would take care of Dumnonia. One day in. A year to go though he didn't know it yet. The Purge had begun.
"Is this what you did for me? In my name?"
Uther spun around, realizing he was back in Camelot, his chambers filled with papers and empty bottles. "No, you're dead!"
"Yes you killed me Uther, like so many others."
Igraine moved towards him and behind her the shadow of Tristan with his knowing smile.
Cedric found him five minutes later, huddled in a ball and screaming incoherently. Ignoring the King's protests he yelled at the guards to send for Gaius. Cedric felt tears coming to his eyes. His beloved King was going mad.
"I don't understand it Kay." Arthur began. "I always thought the dragon was propaganda. I mean me and Morgana tried to look for it once, but why did my father never offer more proof?"
"The dragon is a being of magic to even interact with it is dangerous. The Old Guard, we knew it was true. The rest was better left to rumor. The city is terrified right now knowing what was kept locked beneath the citadel." The older knight muttered. "This whole incident has weakened Camelot and the people's faith in her King."
"How dangerous is this Balinor?" Leon spoke up. "He fought off some of our guards, most of them inebriated but apart from the few deaths caused little injuries to the group in the main keep when he could have killed me."
"He is powerful enough to summon the dragon." Kay began. "The fact that Camelot is not burning is proof of Balinor's noble nature. Believe me the man has every reason to hate the King and Camelot."
"So, nobility is the reason my city isn't up in flames?" Arthur questioned.
"Yes Arthur." Kay said slightly annoyed. He turned back to stop the prattling of Gwaine and Percival, two commoners they had taken with them. "Not all those who practice magic are evil."
"I know, but if what I hear is true..."
"It is. Your father banished the dragon lords and hen wiped them out in the purge. Only Balinor and his dragon were spared."
"It's mercy Arthur." Leon began. "Like the difference I see between you and Uther. Balinor has all the power but will not let innocent men die."
"Well that's good." Gwaine said from behind them with a smirk. "We are all innocent here."
Kay shot him a chilling glare and the warrior stopped. "I am not innocent however. I was there when we tricked Balinor and the dragon." Kay said simply, stating that line of the conversation was over.
"So are we truly here to kill him?" Gwaine said again with a smirk.
Arthur turned around with a raised eyebrow. "So it would seem Gwaine. But I doubt twelve knights and twenty soldiers will make much of a difference. I have come to question Balinor."
"Question him?"
"Yes your Prince is going to question him." Leon said slightly annoyed. "He is a potential enemy, especially when we march on Essetir."
"And I am going to parlay with him." Arthur said. Kay's idea anyway. Arthur though back to this morning.
"You are intent on hunting this dragon Arthur?"
"Yes Kay. He is a threat to Camelot, to my people."
"If he was a threat Arthur then Camelot would be burning. He merely destroyed your father's standard..."
"And crushed his pride. Gaius said that Balinor was a smart man, a patient man. He may be waiting to strike once we march."
"When we fought the dragons it was through deceit and always on our own terms Arthur." Kay began. "He may be in lower Mercia now, not near Glastonbury. We could be playing into his hand."
"I cannot leave my people undefended Kay." The Prince said annoyed.
"No. Which is why we are going to take a small band and a flag of parley."
"Parley?"
"Balinor may want something, or he may have just wanted to free his friend after all these years. Regardless, we need to know what he wants."
"He is a Dragon Lord Kay."
"Yes the last one, and if he were to die Kilgharrah will run rampant across Albion and hurt more than Camelot. You must show him you are not like your father."
"You have seen his mood Kay," Arthur began. "He is getting more violent, more out of control. I feel like I am losing him."
"We are all losing him. If we can parley with the beast and lord, perhaps come to some accord, we may ease Uther's mind."
Lancelot brought him out of his pensive mood. "My Lord we go north from here. What in the…Hail Sir Gareth!"
Lancelot noticed the other party, a strong group of thirty nights and a complement of sixty soldiers marching towards Camelot. A group of women were with them, Arthur estimated about thirty, all subdued by ropes.
The Prince was dumbstruck as Lancelot roared in fury. "Have you forgotten the Knight's Code Gareth? What is the meaning of this?"
Gareth did not look amused. In fact the look on his face was shame. "I am doing what is ordered by the King."
"Not even Uther Pendragon can command you to bind these women!" Lancelot was red in the face. "Did you use them to warm your bed rolls Gareth? Where is your honor?" The Knight had drawn his sword and Kay placed a controlling arm on his elbow.
Gareth huffed. "Tell me Lancelot when you were younger and in combat that you did not seek the touch of a woman, however unwilling after the blood stopped flowing?"
"Never! And even before I swore to live by the Code!"
Gareth chuckled. "A rare man you paragon of virtue. You sound like a woman Lancelot. You believe those stupid tales of chivalry that we tell our wives, sweethearts or daughters. A man is a knight because he is a noble, and can act like one. We are just as beastly on the battlefield as we are kind at court."
"A am as brutal as any man but there are lines I will not cross! What you have done…"
"Enough!" Arthur shouted. He was furious and confused at the situation. "Have you done as Lancelot claims?"
"I haven't touched them my Lord. I cannot say the same for my men but you will have to take their word."
"Damn your word Sir Gareth! I should have you all executed for this."
"Arthur…" Kay said softly.
"No Kay!"
"Arthur!" Kay shouted. "What is important is our mission." He leaned in to whisper. "This happens. You would have gone along with it, years ago when you were younger had Leon not stopped you."
Arthur's face paled. He had been fifteen when they raided a druid camp. After killing his first several men he had felt hot, felt the blood pumping beneath his skin. He had seen a few of his men start their crimes, and the young Druid girl had looked so beautiful, just what he needed, or so his men told him. He didn't even register her screams until Leon pulled him off of her and began hitting him across the head while Kay stopped the other men. He had felt ashamed, and knew even though he hadn't taken her that he had besmirched his honor forever and wounded the girl more than he would ever know.
"And I have never forgiven myself." Arthur said.
"Nor should or, and nor can we stop it." Kay said resigned. "It is the sick reality of war and power. Even here in Camelot."
Arthur ignored Kay. Looking back that night long ago he had been consumed by his blood lust and rage, his youthful hormones and the slaps on the back from his men goading him on. Arthur could accept that some soldiers were animals. He knew he could never eradicate the problem, but he would not tolerate it among his Knights.
"Sir Gareth present yourself!" He yelled.
Gareth tilted his head, still on his horse. "Sire I am to present these women to the King…"
"For what a harem?" Arthur shook his head.
"They are from Ealdor, leverage against Balinor."
Arthur's head swam. Ealdor. Merlin's village. Was Hunith here?
Gareth continued, uneasy. "Under the King's orders we slaughtered the villagers and burned it to the gro…"
Gareth began to choke on his own blood as he gripped onto his horse and neck. All Arthur saw was red, and heard the sounds of blood pumping in his ears, and the drawing of swords on both ends.
"Put your swords down you are facing your Prince!" Kay yelled, his hand directed outwards Arthur noticed, and not on his sword.
He was going to use magic to help Arthur, and despite his misgivings, Arthur would not allow his mentor to be exposed.
"Sheath your blades!" The Prince commanded, and slowly the men on both sides did. He was the King's son after all but that wasn't all. He knew how to command men and had proven himself in all but open war. "Who is second?"
A young blonde haired man urged his horse forward, his face pale as he looked on the dying form of Gareth, his grey hair stained with blood. "I, Sir Pelinor Sire."
"Is what Gareth said true?"
Pelinor had the grace to hang his head in shame and remorse. "It is." His voice choked. "We slaughtered the males, even children, but spared all the females." His hands shook as he pointed to the ground. "Sir Gareth had a sealed letter from the Council."
Arthur dismounted, eyes still on Pelinor and the other troubled Knights. He opened Gareth's tunic and procured the item."
Sir Gareth,
Take a complement of knights and soldiers, not to exceed one hundred, to infiltrate the village of Ealdor on the border of Essetir. In this first act of war against his self proclaimed highness King Cenred, kill all the males, burn the village, but bring the women back to Camelot.
Uther Pendragon
Lord Erral
Lord Ector
And the seals went on through five more Lords on the Council. Arthur searched Gareth and found the roster of all the men he had taken with them.
"Following orders." Arthur spat in disgust. He pointed at the group of knights. "You are no longer knights of Camelot, and are hereby exiled. The soldiers, who are not of noble birth and did not swear to the Code are to return to Camelot, and will later face judgment, those of you who killed, and those of you who raped."
Pelinor knelt, and removed his cape. Fourteen other knights did so. They may not have committed a crime directly, but they stood by and did nothing.
A tall man with two swords and gray hair nudged his mount forward and spat at Arthur's feat. Sir Balin. Old Guard through and through, loyal to Uther alone, and one of the Dragon Slayers, the five people, including Uther, Gorlois and Kay, who had killed full grown beasts.
"I cannot kill you boy." His voice deep and raking. "But I will not lay down my cloak for you. Free these women, your King will hear of this."
"He is offering you mercy Balin." Kay said firmly.
"Truly you could kill me Sir Kay. And these soldiers won't fight against their Prince. Maybe I ride back to Camelot and my own death. But I followed the King's orders."
"Say whatever you want to make yourself sleep." Kay retorted.
"I never sleep." Balin said eerily. "I am a monster and I know it." He motioned for Gareth's body to be collected and the troupe moved off, leaving the women behind.
No sooner had they begun to move than Lancelot and Leon rushed forward to free them. Arthur searched for Hunith.
"Prince Arthur, thank you!" Hunith seemed fine, a bit dirty but no worse for wear. She looked around expectantly. "Where is Merlin?"
"He's in Cornwall. He's safe." Arthur noticed the expression on her face. "I didn't sack him Hunith, he is assisting Morgana, she's now a…It doesn't matter, how are you?"
"I'm fine, but some of these women, these girls…" Her voice became enraged. "I expected such brutality from common soldiers but from the Knights of Camelot?"
Arthur had no answer. Sure, Gareth, Balin, they were Old Guard and grew up in blood, but many of these other knights were so young, knights he had trained with, or helped to train. Were his father's allies this much of a disease to corrupt even the men he had trained or grown up with?
Hunith continued. "Children are dead, and no amount of retribution, even if you were to kill Gareth and Balin and those knights and soldiers a hundred times over will bring back what has been lost. Our King will know, and Cenred will answer. Your father's orders have stained Camelot's honor and it may never be clean again."
Arthur looked around for support, for advice, but Kay glared back at him, almost ordering him to take control, and Merlin and Morgana weren't there. George was polishing a fucking sword behind Lancelot. Fucking dolt.
"My father will answer for his crimes." He spoke with surety. "How many…"
"There is hardly a girl who hasn't flowered that wasn't raped by Kanen or his men before you came and drove his bandits off." Hunith responded curtly. "There were seven of your knights after. None of the soldiers touched any of us, surprisingly."
"And there names?" Arthur tried not to tremble in anger.
"No idea. But Balin was one of them. My Lord, we cannot stay here, and we cannot go back to Ealdor. There is nothing left there."
"No…No." Arthur began. "You will go to…Nemeth. I can't risk you being here in my father's kingdom and the Princess and I have struck an accord. Lancelot, come here and bring Gwaine and Percival."
The three men moved forward. Kay dismounted, looking curiously at Arthur. "Gwaine, Percival, kneel."
Percival knelt immediately, Gwaine looked at Arthur with a smirk before Lancelot's hand came down on his shoulder and forced him to the ground.
The Prince began to speak. "Not every man, who wears the cape of the Knights of Camelot is worthy of it and no Order or army in history will ever be free from this curse. Today the honor of this Order has been stained by men, some of whom should have never merited the honor, and others who forsook it. The men sitting by Pelinor over there, will never be knights again for they have betrayed their sacred oath, and instead of resisting, took part or stood aside in the massacre. I need knights and…damn the consequences."
Arthur wiped Gareth's drying blood off his sword with the tail of his cloak. "Do you swear, Gwaine of Gwynedd and Perciva of Mercial, to uphold the Knights Code in every moment, in every battle, to your very death?"
"I swear."
"I swear."
Arthur touched the flat of his sword to Gwaine's right shoulder, then his left. "Arise Sir Gwaine, Knight of Camelot.
Arise Sir Percival, Knight of Camelot."
The two rose, pride and conviction in their eyes.
"But we are not nobles." Percival began. "If Uther found out."
"My father has betrayed Camelot. I do not seek his approval anymore." Arthur stated while Kay gave a small smile.
"You two are to escort Hunith and the rest of the refugees to Nemeth with our complement of soldiers…"
"But the dragon…" Gwaine said with a smirk.
"Well Pelinor and those former knights still have their uses and will follow me. Come, I must write a letter to Princess Mithian. George, bring me paper!"
Arthur heard the cut of a knife against flesh and turned quickly to Kay. The knight had cut his palm. "Such I swore to Uther, Arthur, but now I swear to you. You will be my King."
Arthur swore under his breath. "My father must pay for this. You are right Kay he is lost."
"Lost but powerful Arthur. And still in control."
"When he finds out I've done this…"
"You are still his son. And while he lives you must still be loyal. Arthur if the kingdom were to fall apart now, Cenred would crush us."
Arthur hoped it was true. He did love his father, even after this, but things had gotten so complicated. He would make peace. He would obey until the war was won, but some things, like this, he could never allow to pass again. He finished his letter to Mithian and gave final orders to Gwaine, Percival and the soldiers.
"Prince Arthur." Hunith began walking up to him. "If you hadn't come along…I shudder to think what we might have met at Uther's hands."
"It's just Arthur, Hunith, and I would give anything to make this right. But I now it can never be."
"I trust your new Knights if you do, but why are you not escorting us yourself?" Hunith asked warily.
"It was luck that we ran into you." Arthur began. He might as well tell all, Merlin would tell her eventually. "We are heading to Glastonbury. The Last Dragon was freed by a man named Balinor and…"
"Balinor?" Hunith's eyes lit up.
"You know of him?"
"Of course he is…a friend. From a long time ago. Please let me go with you."
"Hunith…"
"You are Uther Pendragon's son. It does not define you but that is what you are. Balinor has no love for your father, but I know he will not strike me down. Let me help."
"If Merlin found out I risked your life…"
"If he found out you kept his mother from helping, he might be more wroth. I know you care about him as a friend."
Arthur turned bright red. "Of course. You can come Hunith."
Hunith's grin faded. Did Balinor still love her? Would he even love his son enough to stop Kilgharrah from attacking Arthur? There love had been quick, so fleeting before Uther's knights came to drive him out. He never even knew she was carrying his son.
"George, give Hunith your horse." Arthur began. "Ride with…Sir Leon."
Arthur raised his eyebrows as Leon glared back at him in annoyance. He chuckled to himself and mounted his own horse.
It wasn't the first time he had been in a dungeon, nor the second, or third. His first meeting with Arthur had seen him locked up in a matter of minutes. It was the first time, however, that Morgana had locked him up. Morgana had caught him leaving from the main gate, had asked him where he was going and he couldn't come up with a convincing lie soon enough. Not to mention she had set guards on him in a second. Since he had no business with Lord Agravaine, or her almightiness Duchess Morgana, she had the guards drag him to the dungeons. His considerable self control, learnt from his mother was all that kept him lashing out with words and more than that.
He paced his small cell, half the day he had been here and the sun was setting. Her face had been smug when she ordered the guard to restrain him, but her expression before, and her eyes still, were haunted and sad. What was he to say to her though? Tell the truth? Morgana, I'm going to meet the last dragon. His name is Kilgharrah and he hates you.
He hit the bars to his cell and yelled in anger. If Kilgharrah escaped there was a reason and that lay with Balinor. He needed to talk to the dragon. Despite his misgivings regarding him it was Kilgharrah who had told him about his destiny and beyond all he did believe in Arthur regardless of his faults. Unfortunately right now his thoughts were clouded with Morgana and what he wanted from her. He was in love with a woman who didn't love him and a woman he could never have. She kissed you first. God, he wanted to taste her lips again, to taste her neck, her whole body.
His impure thoughts were rushed away by the smell of perfume. Gwen. He realized in alarm he had become apparently aroused by his thoughts concerning Morgana, and almost panicked when he heard Gwen coming closer. Arthur, Gaius, Uther and…Kilgharrah? That image did the trick, and Merlin prayed that the dragon could never read his mind.
Gwen was always stunning but had become more so since she took to wearing the dresses her new position as a Lady offered her. No wonder Lancelot, and Arthur, maybe, took to her. She placed her hands on his cell bars and sighed. She could use less perfume however.
"The Duchess wants to see you." Gwen sounded resigned but slightly haughty.
"You mean Morgana. Have her come down here."
"Merlin…" Gwen hissed through the bars, almost friendly. "She is releasing you, needs to see you in her chambers. Now don't make me call the guards."
Morgana. Chambers. Soft pale flesh…No. Uther. Kilgharrah.
"Lead on my Lady." He said when Gwen unlocked the cell.
"Merlin. Never call me that again."
"Of course Gwen." Merlin gave her a goofy smirk.
The Duchess of Cornwall stared at him as he entered. She was still in her chainmail and trousers, her hair still back in a fishtail braid. She was standing, her hands on her desk. A glass of wine was beside her, one bottle empty and the other half full. Unlike him, Morgana could hold her liquor, but this was excessive for the early evening.
"Leave us Gwen." She said coldly.
"Of course." Gwen sounded haughty like a proper Lady, almost a Queen, as she left and closed the door.
Morgana slapped her hands to her sides and began to walk towards him, picking up and swirling her glass of wine in her hands. Merlin could smell her perfume and quickly thought of Kilgharrah. And Uther. It was gross but right now…
"We're alone. Nobody knows you're here except Gwen." God Morgana don't say alone. "You care to tell me now where you were going?"
"I am Arthur's servant. Not yours Morgana. You aren't my Duchess."
A hurt expression appeared and quickly vanished from her face. "No. But in the eyes of the people you are just a servant, and you defied me."
"How did I…"
"No one is allowed to leave the castle except on business from me, Agravaine or my Lords!"
"So you detain me? What gives you the right Morgana?" Merlin yelled, angry at her for confusing him and his feelings. "Call me a servant all you want but you cannot contain me!"
"Is that an order master?"
"I am not your master Morgana."
"Oh but you would like that wouldn't you?" She scoffed. Her voice was sultry. "Is that the type of man you are?"
Believe me it's tempting Morgana. Why was she acting like this? "Morgana I'm teaching you but I would never consider myself superior. Again, why did you confine me?"
"Because it looks like you're a traitor Merlin!" She turned away from him and yelled, taking the smell of the wine with her. "I have Agravaine, a murderer on the loose in my castle, Sir Lucan, dead but an ally of possibly Caradoc and who knows how many men who don't have my interests running from this castle! We are at war and orders are to have the gates closed to those without papers and seals! You know what you looked like? I had to contain you to stop any suspicion! If you had gotten past the guards they would have hunted you and since you are unfortunately a servant who knows how long it would have taken until I heard about it!"
"I would have taken care of them they wouldn't have known. They wouldn't have stopped me."
"You abandoned me Merlin!" She shouted and threw her glass to the floor shattering it, putting her head in her hands.
Merlin softened and moved towards her. "Morgana…"
She turned on him, tears streaking down her face. "You were going to abandon me! Gwen knows but she can't understand and still fears me and you as well! I cannot fully control my powers. Merlin I need you here with me!"
"Morgana, I was only going to be gone for one night I needed too…"
"One night?" She screamed. "The last weeks my nights have been terrifying! I only can get back to sleep because I know you will be there in the morning to talk to! What was more important than me?"
The Dragon. Arthur. "Morgana, I was…"
"Where were you going Merlin?" She was trying not to sob now. It was scary how she went from powerful to fragile so fast.
"I know you're scared Morgana…"
"Answer me!" She pleaded.
What was the worth of more lies? He didn't know the full extent of her power but if the dragon was right she was a close second, or an equal. He couldn't afford to have her grow out of control. All the years of lies from Gaius, all the potions. She was broken and he needed to fix her. He needed to help her even if she wouldn't fully admit it.
"I was going to Glastonbury. I wanted to see Arthur, the dragon."
"What?"
"Morgana. Uther is proud, he has no doubt sent Arthur after the dragon. I wanted to…talk to him. To protect him."
"To see Arthur or the dragon?"
Merlin sucked in his breath. "I need to protect Arthur. But I can't, but if I leave now…"
Morgana whimpered. "Does Arthur mean that much to you? More than me? He hates magic…"
"But he is not his father…"
"No but he is too much like him. He would never accept us."
"In time…"
"And you think you could defeat this dragon?"
Maybe. "I'm not sure Morgana. But I wanted to talk to him."
"Are you powerful enough to defeat the dragon?"
I don't know. "Maybe…I'm not sure Morgana but to protect Arthur…"
"Arthur will have the most powerful Knights with him. Uther defeated the dragons, this one should be no problem. Do you honestly save him that much?"
"All the time?"
"And do you love him?"
Merlin hesitated. "He's my friend Morgana."
"And do you love me as well? As a friend?"
More than a friend Morgana. He knew he shouldn't say that. Wouldn't risk it. "You're my friend Morgana. You are dear to me."
"But for Arthur you would leave me? When Agravaine stalks these halls and I am still trying to earn the loyalty of my people?"
It's my destiny. "Morgana, Arthur will be a better man than his father, he will unite these lands…"
"I know he is better than Uther but he would kill us if he knew! I am like you Merlin! I get up in the morning, exhausted from my nightmares and powers only because I know you will teach me and help me to control myself. Now that I know about you I can't stand the thought that there might be a day when you won't be there to help me!"
Merlin moved closer, gripping her right arm as he moved to caress her face with his free hand. She turned into his palm. "You won't need my help forever Morgana. You will come into your own."
"With your help." She said quietly. He could feel her breath on his palm. "Merlin…"
"I'm sorry Morgana, I didn't know…"
"Because you never asked." Morgana said accusingly. She sighed. "I'm under so much stress Merlin, being a new Duchess. I have been the King's Ward but never had duties like this and Gwen can only help so much. I always want to know that you are there for me. I'm sorry for restraining you I just…"
Merlin's heart broke. He had not realized how fragile she had been. So powerful, but alone and afraid until he told her, and he had betrayed her trust by trying to leave. Maybe she did care for him. Don't think about that Merlin. She needs your help you cannot push her away it will push her from Arthur, from Camelot.
He pulled her into a tight embrace. It felt good, comforting with her body flush against his, even with her in chainmail. He stroked her back tenderly. "I'm so sorry Morgana. I was wrong. I'm so used to taking care of Arthur that I forgot he can take care of himself sometimes. I should have not tried to leave you Morgana. I know you do not need protecting, but…"
"But now I need you Merlin."
Merlin suppressed his groan. He need Morgana, but in a completely different way. He kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent.
Morgana pulled slightly away from him, and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. He smelled the wine on her lips and prayed she had all her faculties and didn't try to take it any further though God knew he wanted to.
"Thank you Merlin." Her tears had dried on her cheeks. "Please. Please don't keep anything from me again."
"I won't Morgana. If you want to learn more magic tonight…" And here I am lying again about Kilgharrah, destiny and Nimueh.
"I'm exhausted Merlin." She sighed, turning her back to him. "I need to go to bed. Please take this off."
"Gwen…"
"Isn't my maid anymore Merlin."
"And your maid."
"Chainmail. Off Merlin."
Merlin loosed the ties and took the chainmail shirt off her body. His breath caught as the white tunic underneath the armor caught in the mail and rode up to the middle of her back. He placed her armor down on a table while she smoothed her shirt down and turned towards him. He tried to ignore the damp parts of her shirt, how her sweat had pooled from her neck and had gone between her breasts.
"Goodnight Merlin." She said sweetly with a sad smile.
"Goodnight Morgana." Merlin left the room slowly and as soon as he close the door moved swiftly to his own chambers, hoping he didn't run into Agravaine. He needed to get his mind off of Morgana right now and focus on Arthur who was sure approaching the dragon. He needed to talk to Kilgharrah, and finally though of a way. The dragon always invaded his mind, let him invade his. But right now he needed Morgana, or rather he needed a woman. He shook his head. He couldn't think straight, and wouldn't try to contact Kilgharrah until he was satisfied. Kara from the kitchens was gorgeous, and obviously had a crush on him. Merlin wanted to but he felt like he would be betraying Morgana, and they could never be together. Fuck it. He was teaching her and wouldn't betray her. He would use his hand again, which didn't matter when he met Agravaine in the corridor, slicking back his oiled hair.
"More work Merlin. We have troop numbers to go over. Again." The Lord smirked. "Idiots those other servants. At least Arthur chose a good one."
Merlin groaned. At least his need for a woman, for Morgana was forgotten. Agravaine could kill Paris's lust for Helen.
Morgana still knew no spells to heat water up, and not willingly to call her maid in resigned herself to fall asleep without a bath. She had been in mail the entire day and smelled of sweat and wine. Since finding Merlin leaving her she had been distraught and hardly contained during the councils she had to endure. She had done it again, kissed Merlin, this time on the cheek however. She blamed it on the wine, but some part of her had enjoyed him relieving her of her armor, the feel of his hands on her back.
She didn't know what she felt for him and certainly didn't know what he felt for her. It was probably just lust, she thought disgusted. That's what all men saw, her face and her shapely body. She would own all the mercenaries in Albion if she had one coin for the amount of times men had stared at her breasts or retreating backside. She had always liked being the center of attention, had liked taunting men with what she had. As she grew older, and realized that Uther wasn't going to marry her off straightaway to Arthur, she had resigned herself to being married to some old man who would probably thrust inside her for a few seconds before giving her a child. And she would endure this again, and again each time he wanted a child.
Now she was a duchess, in theory she could choose her own mate unless Uther wanted to marry her to another duke or to his own son. But she wanted someone who respected her for what she was, who wanted her for more than her body, who wanted her in spite of her body. Merlin was powerful, and before his stunt today completely caring, but it could never be because of Uther. And even if it could be, she didn't love Merlin. I don't do I? He was cute, and when she hugged him remarkably defined, but she didn't love her did she?
Morgana took up the bottle of wine and swallowed the remaining contents in several quick, unladylike gulps. Feeling numb she moved towards her bed, collapsing. She had seen the way Merlin looked at her when she turned around in her sweat covered tunic. It may be lust but she didn't care. She had felt wanted, and aroused. Kay had never looked at her like that, and Dagonet was too noble. Arthur had been a drunk prat and Lucan was a traitor. Merlin was none of those. She moved her hand beneath her trousers. She needed relief. Thank God Gwen had shown her a few things when she came into womanhood. It was scandalous, she had thought at the time but Gwen had been seemingly innocent and insistent. She thought about Dagonet, Kay, but the only image that came to her mind was Merlin.
Sir Balin practically ran from the room. Uther was seething, and his prowess with a sword unmatched by all but Arthur and maybe Kay. Balin was a violent and talented man but he did not want to risk himself against Uther. He had already done much by accusing his only son and heir.
"He betrayed me Morgause!" Uther began to rant. "My own son betrayed me! He 'rescued' the refugees from Ealdor when they were our best hope of corralling Balinor and his beast!"
"Shhh...be calm father." Morgause rubbed his shoulders and began to remove his armor. "You and your people still need the Prince. He has a part to play."
"He undermines me and my entire dynasty!"
"He does what he thinks is right..."
"He does what he knows is weak!" Uther spat. "How can this man, this boy, be fit to rule Camelot?"
"Do not pass judgment yet my Lord." Morgause purred. "We still need him in the coming war. You have begun to trust me. You know I would not lead you astray or fail you. Let us see how he fares in war father, and then decide if he is fit to rule."
"You would defend him, rather than claim what is legally yours?" Uther was incredulous. "You have threatened to sleep with him before if you didn't get what you want."
Morgause laughed. "And that still is a threat father. But my loyalty has always been to Camelot, to you. Removing him from power now would destroy the army. Wait until Cenred is under your heel and Lot is eating from your hands, once Bayard cows and Nemeth and Carleon bow in respect to the Pendragon Name. Then show them how you reward strength instead of weakness."
"I feel alone daughter." Uther admitted. "Morgause, these past few months I have dreamed of my past, and the legacy that I will leave behind. The more I pushed the more my son and councilors pushed back. My old friends began to abandon me and now I feel only Ector and Caradoc are completely loyal.! I see the way they look at me. Old, the relic that lost the dragon. They look at Arthur and see an impressionable young boy who will give them powers that are not theirs, power I rightfully denied those petty Lords. I love him, but not enough to trust him with my dynasty." He pulled her into a tight hug. "This kingdom needs a true Pendragon. You cannot fight a war and show mercy. He does not understand this."
Morgause almost laughed with joy. What a fool this old man was. He had no clue how powerful his son was, and yet here he was thinking of disposing him. When the war was done she had no doubt that she would sit at his right side and Arthur would be disgraced, his birthright removed. If she knew her brother, he wouldn't go down without a fight, and that would give her the perfect opportunity to eliminate the boy. Of course if in the odd chance he knelt, that would be better. She needed strong followers after all. Uther would pay for his indiscretions with Ealdor. Balinor and Kilgharrah would be on the war path now, and Camelot could suffer greatly which inhibited her plans. Dear brother, kill or make peace with that beast. Soon it would be time to bring Morgana into the fold.
"My Lord what is Ealdor to you? It is a small village with no significance. We have ignored it in the past. Let Camelot come to us, winter is already here."
The self proclaimed king looked back with his roguish smile as he strapped on his two swords. "We have magic on our side Robert. Uther has given me the perfect cause to march for my people, to win the opinion of Albion. Have this news sent to every kingdom."
"My Lord, if you may reconsider."
Cenred let out a warning laugh. "We have the Dragon on our side Robert. We will not lose. Let all of Albion now how Uther Pendragon slaughters villages and takes women away as slaves."
Four days later, under the diamond studded snake, the sigil of his house, Cenred and his army of twenty five thousand regulars and mercenaries marched from his fortress, snow beginning to fall on the ground. "I'm coming for you brother, Uther."
Leagues away, nine thousand from Mercia marched under Bayard's banners, and leagues above, two brothers flew.