Without looking at them, Sir Galahad goes on. One of the oldies, an old man, dressed in black with white hair, has turned towards him. His eyes shine evil. Only with greatest effort, he manages to stand up. Slowly he makes his way up to the castle and follows the young knight. As the old man enters the courtyard, he watches the young knight disappearing in the castle. "Go, go and run to your king!" Then he turns around. The courtyard is empty. All guards are gone. They are gone to save the lower town. The old man smiles. As cool as a cucumber he passes the courtyard and walks upstairs the big stairs, before he also disappears in the castle.
Meanwhile Sir Galahad enters Arthur's chamber. The king stands in front of the window and watches his city burning. As the knight enters, he asks. "Sir Galahad, what happens there? Do we get this fire under control?" The knight shakes his head. "No, My Lord. Sir Leon and Sir Percival are starting to evacuate the people. The fire burns unstoppable through the streets and swallows everything." Arthur sighs. "I wished I could do something. What we need is rain!" He nods towards his knight. "Go back to Sir Leon, help him as much as you can." Sir Galahad nods and leaves the room. Gwen appears. "Arthur? Arthur, what can I do?" The king looks back out of the window . Everywhere dark smoke is rising into the sky. Still lightnings flash through the air, still the strong winds heats the fire. "We have to help the people who have lost everything. They need rest and supplies."
The old Man dressed in black walkes upstairs the great tower. In this moment he opens the door. Wind carries the smell of burnt. Some last steps, now he is on top of the tower. What a view! A few small and some bigger fires are burning through the lower town. People running around trying to stop it. Like ants they swarm around helplessly. Their attempts to fight the fire fail miserably. A first bigger group of men comes up the way towards the castle. They are almost exclusively children and old people, they are belonging to the first group of evacuated men. The old man smiles pleased. What for a lovely game! As he turns around his view catches the chamber of the king. He raises his arms and more lightnings follow.