Merlin is in the armory. He sweats. With one hand he wipes the sweat from his forehead, before he restarts polishing his king's armor. He nearlly finished. He raises the armor to let the sun reflect the light. There is still a small spot. He stands up to find another cloth, as the lights turns into darkness. He looks up to the window. Clouds! Big clouds! It is going to rain! How long was he waited for that. Finally rain and cooling! Immediately the cloth and the armor are forgotten. He walks over to the window and opens it widely.
The is a big wall of clouds hanging over the castle, which covers the sun. At the same time there is a strong wind upcoming! Merlin puts his head out of the window and enjoys the fresh and cool wind. A first lightning appears and breaks through the clouds. There is a storm upcoming! A big storm! Another lightning appears followed by a loud thunder. The storm is almost over the city.
The thunder and lightning is grown to a strong storm. More lightnings followed by thunders make their ways down! And with it, there is blowing a strong wind! But there is still no rain.. The streets of Camelot are nearly empty. All people of the city are inside their houses waiting for the rain. The wind is getting stronger from minute to minute. It is blowing through the streets and roads. It destroys market stands and tears on the clothes and capes of the last people standing outside.
Another lightning makes his way down and finds its way into one of the houses of the lower town. Because of the long drought, the little house with its thatched roof, burns immediately. High flames devour everything. The strong wind heats the fire and pushes it towards the next houses. The houses of the lower town are buildt close together. Panic-stricken the people are running out of their houses on the street. Together with the guards, they are building a human chain towards the fountain. But they cannot fill enough water into the buckets as fast as the fire burns.
Sir Leon appears and organises the human chain. Then it happens, the flames jump over from one roof to another. Before they are just able to react, it is in completely in flames! Sir Leon pauses, before he turns towards one of the guards. "Go and ring the warning bell! We need every man and woman we can get, if we want to stop the fire." The guard nods and runs towards the castle. A little later the warning bell is calling! More knights attend the human chain. More buckets get filled, more buckets are handed towards the fire and more empty ones come back the same way. But it isn't working. One house after another goes up in flames. And as if this isn't enough, more lightnings appear and und erupt fire at other points in the lower town.
Sir Galahad and Sir Percival have made their way to Sir Leon. Breathlessly they are reaching the lower town. Sir Leon meanwhile has buildt more human chaines to the fountain and supervised the firefighting. As the both knights stand by his side, he breathes up. "Sir Galahad, Sir Percival, I need your help. Sir Percival you have to lead the evacuation of the lower town. We can't stop the fire. The drought has made the houses an easy victim. Only a small spark of fire is enough to burn them down. We can't kill the fire, so we have to save as much as possible. That means: at first to keep clear the road and to evacuate the people. Then we have to stop the fire jumping on other houses. Maybe we have to destroy some, to cut a path." The big knight nods and disappears with a handful of men. "Sir Galahad, you have to inform the king about that." Sir Galahad nods also and runs towards the castle. He runs past sweating men and women, who hand themselfs buckets, he runs past crying children and despaired oldies, who watch their homes burning.