It is dark in Camelot. Everybody in the castle is already sleeping. Everybody? A young man sneaks out of his room, runs past his sleeping mentor and leaves the castle. At the city gate, he runs right into the arms of his king. With folded arms he leans on the wall. "Merlin, I won't let you go alone." Merlin shakes his head, I..." "You are going to ask her? Aren't you? You are going to meet Aithusa. Merlin, I thought that you trust me. Stop these solo efforts." Merlin swallows guiltily. "Sorry, force of habit." His king smiles at him. "Alright Merlin." He walks towards his friend. "Tell me, we are we going?" The young sorcerer looks at him. "You really want to come with me? I can report you tomorrow." Now Arthur smiles even more. "And miss Aithusa? Out of the question. Tell me, were are we going?" Merlin sighs. "Wait here, I'll get the horses. It isn't that far from here, but to far for a walk." He turns and disappears into the stables. A short time later he comes back with two saddled horses. The king and his servant jump on their horses. Fast they are leaving the city.
In a large field near the town they stop. Arthur looks around. "But she isn't here!" Disappointed he looks at Merlin. The young sorcerer jumps off his horse. He grins. "Of course not. Did you think she'd wait here all the time?" Arthur now jumps off his horse. "Won't she? I thought you would have arranged to meet her here." Merlin smiles and binds the horses on a tree, before he calls his king. "Come on Arthur, we have to walk a bit. We leave the horses here." In the middle of the field they stop. The king wonders. He turns looking in a circle. "And now? But here is nothing! I thought dragons live in the mountains or in caves." Merlin grins. "And now, I'm calling her." He looks up to heaven and calls the last dragon in their language: "Draca, eom, ala, sece findan metan, teosu hus anbid!"(phonetic: Drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd hup anankes!)
His king stands beside him and looks stunned at Merlin. "You can call her? You can call a dragon?" He shakes his head, before he looks into his friend's eyes. "After everything I've learned so far about you, you still manage to surprise me. Will this stop at some point? Will I ever really know you?" Merlin smiles happily. Then he looks up to the sky. "My Lord, there is she!" He points at a small point on the sky. And indeed out of the darkness comes a bright spot to them, which is getting bigger and bigger. It already takes the shape of a dragon, which lands in full size and beauty in front of the last dragonlord and his king.