Merlin on top of the tower puts his hands down. The new call of Mordred worries him. What did he aim? Immediately the rain stops and the clouds move apart. The sun comes back. Everything shines in a bright light. It smells like after a sommerstorm, fresh after rain. The air is humid. The soaked clothes stick to the bodies of the people. The mood is relaxed.
The young man in the form of the old wizard smiles happily. The poeple of Camelot have seen him and is cheering to him. Happily he turns towards Arthur and Sir Galahad. "You did it Merlin. Well done." Arthur smiles. And the young knight by his side is just as proud as the king himself. Then it suddenly becomes quiet in the courtyard. The cheering dies and murmur spreads.
Old Mordred has taken the word. "You fools! You cheering to a magician! Yes, he killed the fire. But didn't he previously caused them before? What is this for a game that he is playing? What if he intentionally caused the fire to save you now? What a great show! Indeed! This was all part of his plan, his plan to fool you! I say that it will not succeed. He has our houses on his conscience. People have been injured! Will you really accept this? He is and remains a wizard. And the wizard belongs to the stake!"
The people standing around him feel insecure. Maybe that old man is right. Voices are rising. And Mordred has even more to offer. "I say he won't escape us. He is a wizard! A wizard cannot be trusted!" And already the people arming themselves with pitchforks and threshing flails. Mordred points at the top of the tower. "Look at him. There he stands complacently!" Then he turns towards the knights and guards. "And what are doing our knight? Nothing! I thought they should protect us. But no, they prefere standing and watching!" He points again at the wizard. "I tell you, what we are goint to do! We catch the wizard! He burned our houses? He will pay for that! Like our houses he will burn!"
Sir Leon is stunned. What happens here? How could tilt the mood in that way? Suddenly he and his knights stand against its own people. Angrily it requires inlet into the castle. It is almost on the stairs! He cannot fight its own people. He calls his men: "Don't let them pass!" Knights and guards form a line in front of the entrance to the castle. The crowd stops. Mordred smiles before he adds: "Look at our knights! Instead of protecting us they are protecting a sorcerer!" He turns towards the crowd. "I say that we won't allow that! Storm the entrance!" Sir Leon looks at the old man who stirs up the crowd, before he takes the word. "People of Camelot! Listen!" At the moment the people are calming down. The words of Sir Leon have weight. For a moment, it is deathly still.
"I understand your excitement. And I assure you, I will investigate the matter personally. The wizard will not escape, I will have him arrested and submit him to the jurisdiction of the king. But vigilante justice is not a solution. Every man deserves a fair trial." After a brief moment, murmuring raises again in the crowd, the unrest raises again. Shouts out of the crowd take place . "Why is he still free?" followed by "yes, put him at court " or "no, I say, we execute him in this moment" let Sir Leon tremble.
"Please calm down. Go home. Leave us that wizard. Please take care of your families and your homes. " Then he turns towards Sir Percival, who stands behind him. "Take a few men and take the magician caught." The big night nods and disappears together with 10 men into the castle. Meanwhile Sir Leon still tries to persuade the people. "Please go home. We take care of it." The people are nodding in agreement. The crowd dissolves slowly and leaves the courtyard. Between them, an old man walks down the road. Hilarious and yet a little disappointed he smiles grimly to himself. The people are too much behind his king and his knights. Nevertheless it was enough. Just seeing the horrified eyes of Merlin, has given him an extraordinary pleasure. And the praised trust has received a small crack which he may be building up.
The old wizard on the tower has stepped from the parapet. Horrified, he has watched how the mood has changed. They want to see him burn at the stake! He is paralyzed and looks down to the ground. Arthur and Sir Galahad are as stunned as Merlin. Helplessly they are looking at him. Arthur realises at first what happened. "Merlin, you have to transform you back! Immediately!" Merlin looks up. From the stairs they hear the tramp of many soldiers' boots. They are coming to catch Merlin. Even though he has saved the lower town. Merlin is still paralyzed. Arthur shouts at him: "Merlin! You have to transform you back! Now!" Now Merlin awakens from his rigid. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small potion. He takes a big gulp and transforms himself back into his younger version. He is visibly exhausted. With the help of Sir Galahad, he quickly slips out of the garment of the old wizard. And already in the same moment Sir Percival and his knights appear looking for that wizard.
"Arthur? My Lord? Where is that sorcerer?" Relieved Arthur turns to the knights. "He is gone. He disappeared as we reached the top of the tower. He was to fast. We weren't able to catch him." Sir Percival sighs. "Are you alright?" Arthur nods. "He didn't harmed us. I don't think that this was his intention." Arthur looks back to Merlin. His friend stands by Sir Galahad's side. His king nods towards them. Together with Sir Percival and his knights he leaves the tower. Sadly Merlin looks up to Sir Galahad. The knight smiles to cheer him up. "Come, I'll take you to your room. You should rest." Merlin nods. Together Merlin and the knight leave the tower.