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Reactions of the Idiot King
Chapter seven- Comeback

Merlin was very aware that if he was caught, he would be killed, which is why he didn't go strait to Camelot to check on everyone. Instead, he went to a place he would always treasure most. Ealdor. The village that is just past the border of Camelot. He didn't ever intend on returning there, for fear of running into the knight's, or worse. Arthur.
He had appeared in his mother's kitchen right beside the door. He looked to the table, expecting to see his mother in the middle of eating dinner, when to his shock and surprise, not a person was there. Dread filled him, and he ran to his mother's room to find her on her bed, underneath a lot of blankets with a damp cloth on her head.
Beside her was the town's only physician, Quare, who had looked up at Merlin with shock and surprise, quickly jumping up with relief clear in his eyes. "Merlin, I didn't expect you- I thought Gaius was coming, is he..?" Merlin looked at Quare confused and shocked. Did his mother even know of his banishment? He would think that after four years of being banned, she would have questioned why he never came, usually he went once a month or so to visit.
"No, I had no idea you had even sent for him, Quare." Merlin said, looking concerned for his ill mother.
"So you have no idea if Gaius comes or not, do you?" Quare sounded defeated. Merlin sighed, looking at him.
"I haven't been to Camelot for four years Quare." Merlin said simply. "I was banished." He saw the man tense.
"Whatever for?" He asked, looking at Merlin, "It couldn't have been because of the.. You know."
Merlin reeled back in shock for no more than a second as he remembered that he has known about his secret for his whole life, having tended to a sick young Merlin, who in his restless sleep had flown things around the room, once having picked up the physician himself and placing him in a different spot entirely.
"He found out." Merlin grumbled. "It wasn't pretty, I tell you."
"Why have you returned to this area then?" He asked, the two having forgotten about the ill Hunith, who had stirred, opening her eyes.
"I had no choice." Merlin said. "It's my destiny to protect Arthur, and I fear something is stirring."
"God, Merlin!" Hunith's voice was weak and faint as she tried sitting up, only to give a weak sigh and give up. Merlin jolted at his name, looking at his mother softly, pain in his eyes as he went to her side, kissing the top of her head softly.
"Don't move mom." Merlin murmured, "You're as pale as a ghost." He laid her back so she looked comfortable, and he grabbed the damp rag that had fallen off of her forehead and placed it back, his skin brushing hers. He yelped in surprise.
"Quare- she's burning!" Merlin looked at the physician.
"I don't know how to help her, Merlin." Quare said. "At first I believed it to be the flu, or something similar, but it just got worse and worse-"
"We need yarrow." Merlin said, thinking on his feet. Quare raised an eyebrow, looking at the boy.
"You must have learned quite a bit staying with Gaius, didn't you?" He asked. Merlin nodded.
"I learned enough." He said.
"I just ran out of yarrow, actually. I used up the rest an hour or two ago." He said. "Since you're here, I'll run to my place, grab some more."
"Be quick." Merlin gazed into his mother's eyes, noticing how the bright gleam in them was practically gone. It wasn't a moment more when Quare turned out the bedroom door to yelp in surprise.
"G-Gaius!" Merlin's head snapped quickly to the door, tensing as if to flee. "I-I'm so glad you made it here, it saves me a trip to get some yarrow.."
"You were going to leave Hunith alone just to get some yarrow?" Gaius's voice showed extreme disapproval, and before Quare could open up his mouth again, Merlin stood as Quare led Gaius into the room.
"Actually, no, he wasn't." Merlin said. "I was going to tend to her while he ran the errand."

Arthur was forced to bear through the pain of a headache that had come his way shortly after the old physician was gone. He cursed the man for not having a new apprentice yet. It was understandable for the first year Mer- the traitor, Arthur corrected himself, was gone, annoying tolerable the next, and since then it's been downright annoying.
He had thrown every kid in the village, every known physician that was just starting out, at Gaius in hopes that he would take one of them in. The most they lasted was a day, the day he tested them to see if they were any good, and if he was willing to work with them. In fact, a year and a half ago, he had a young boy named Lexar, who was the scrawniest boy Arthur had seen next to Me- the traitor ( Arthur cursed himself for the lapses he made with calling his ex-manservant by name), who had ended up staying with Gaius for a week, until one day the boy got everything mixed up and gave everyone the wrong potions.
He remembered that day, for Gaius had overworked himself to make sure everyone got the right stuff, and to make sure no one got ill from the mix up. Arthur sighed, looking out of the window as he realised dawn had come. With a grumble he rolled over, throwing the blanket over his head. George would be there within the hour, with breakfast and the constant sire this and sire that.
Guinevere had gone with Elyan to visit their father's grave, it was the anniversary of their fathers death, and he had let the two go, knowing that if there was anyone to trust with the Queen, it was her brother. In the meantime, Arthur didn't get any sleep, the headache being the core reason.
He heard a knock on the door shortly before George came in, and Arthur muttered a few choice words underneath his breath as George started his morning routine. It was always the same thing. Arrive, wake the King. Offer him breakfast as he gathers the king's armor and clothing. Get him in his armor, clean up the room as Arthur checked to make sure all the paperwork he had to do was done, and then collect the breakfast dishes and take his leave for a few moments.
For a second Arthur thought back to Merlin, wondering what the reckless fool was doing, and if he was enjoying being gone from Camelot. He had gone full force on George, from day one, and George, after a while, split his chore list into two parts. A part one and a part two, to be done every other day, for he only ever got through half of the chores, if any, unlike Merlin, who had still had time to do all his chores and get himself into a chaotic mess in the meantime.
Arthur scowled, sitting up as George started to speak. He didn't want anything go do with Merlin. Ever. He had deceived, and betrayed all of them. Why, he did not know, but he knew enough to know that all sorcerers were evil and had all the reasons and more to kill the King Arthur.
Everyone in the castle knew that since Merlin had been banished that Gaius wasn't sleeping well. He looked tired and weary all the time and he had started to slip up now and then in his work, which was the worst part. It was like whatever he used to fight for and help out, was torn out of him. Arthur was honestly kind of glad that Gaius had left for Ealdor, he needed a break from his usual rounds.

It had literally looked as if someone had slapped Gaius when he had heard the young Warlock's voice. His heart had froze, his breath had caught, and shock overcame the expression on his face as he looked at Merlin. Merlin, his ward. The kid who he had come to consider his own family. There he was, right in front of his own eyes, alive and well.
"Merlin?" Gaius just barely whispered, several emotions flowing through the old physician.