Merlin and Sir Galahad enter the room of the physician. Gaius stands in front of one of his cupboards to fetch more bandages, as he looks up into his young friend's face. Merlin is still distraught. "Merlin! Merlin, what happened?" Because Merlin does not answer, replies Sir Galahad in his place. "Merlin has called a rain and saved the lower town. Unfortunately, the people of Camelot have seen these things differently." He pauses to look at Merlin. "They have made him responsible for causing the fire. They have banded together to burn him at the stake. But he could transform him back in time. Everything has gone well again." Compassionately he looks at Merlin. "But I think it has hurt him." Gaius nods. "Thank you Sir Galahad. I take care of him. Go back to Arthur. He will need your help. And please tell the queen, that I need a moment here." The knight nods. "Of course. If I can do anything else, please let me know." He smiles a last time at Merlin and leaves the room.
Merlin, meanwhile, has placed on a chair. He can't speak. He is still stunned. He is used that he never gets praise or gratitude for his help. But this hatred scares him. That hatred that he felt up on the tower, he never felt it before. He looks up to Gaius. "I was just helping. How do they get to think, that I could burn their houses to save them subsequently? This is insane!" He shakes his head sadly. "I thought today I got the possibility to show the poeple of Camelot that magic can be used for good... I thought I could convince them." He shakes his head again.
Gaius sighs and takes Merlin in his arms. "Merlin, people are easily to influence. They have also looked for someone to blame for the disaster. To give a wizard the blame is always easy." Merlin sobs. "They hate me.. they hate me.." Gaius hugs Merlin a bit more. "Merlin, they don't hate you. They were just angry and were looking for a culprit. But they blame the wrong. You are not responsible." He strokes over his hair. "You do not take it to heart. The people are desperate. Many have lost everything they owned. I'm sure if they would know, who you really are, they would not have attacked you. The people here know that our Merlin is devoted to their king. But they have only seen a magician. All of her despair, all her anger has projected onto this man. Do not take it personally. Everyone up there and using magic would have been the one responsible for it." Merlin nods.
Gaius looks into his sad eyes. "Merlin, I have to take care of the wounded. Gwen is waiting for me. Go into your room. Get rest, sleep." He stands up and looks down at his foster son. Then he takes the bandages and leaves the room. Before he steps through the door, he looks back to Merlin. Sadly the young wizard is still sitting on the chair. Sad and lonely.