AN: Merlin's POV

At first I was too socked to move. Then shocked to turned to panic and I got to my feet shouting, "Wait! Stop! He didn't mean it, there's no need to hurt him!"

There was no response.

"Oh, God," I thought, "She's killed him."

"Arthur!" I called out, running deeper in the cave to where she took him ,"Arthur!"

As I run I realize I hear something strange. I sounds like someone's trying to talk, yell really, but something's muffling their voice. I get to the open space where Primrose took Arthur, and found the girl getting off of his chest. He started to raise his arms to his head, starting to take something out, but she pulled his arms down saying, "Oh, no, that's staying in there until you learn your lesson."

I walk in to get a closer look and I see that Primrose has gagged him with my scarf, and he was not very happy about it. At least she seemed to have calmed down.

Then the oddest thing of all happens: I burst out laughing. Laughing in relief because he's alive, this strange, angry woman didn't kill him, at how absurd he looks with my scarf in his mouth, at the fact that never thought of it myself, at the absurdity of this whole situation, in spite of the fear. Both Arthur and Primrose are looking at me like I've gone mad.

"I'm sorry," I manage to get out through burst of laughter, "It's just...it's just.." I never finished, I was laughing too hysterically.

Suddenly Primrose burst out laughing too, and we're both in hysterics, and Arthur's staring at both of us like we've lost our minds. He sits himself upright and takes my scarf out of his mouth. "And just what is so funny?!" He demands.

"Everything!" Primrose exclaims, "I mean come, look at us here, acting like a bunch of idiots!"

"You seem to like that word," I hooted.

After a few minutes our laughter dies down, and we're all looking at each other. At last, Primrose said, "So, are you guys coming with me or not?"

Me and Arthur just look at each other, my look encouraging him to agree, because I believe this woman is telling the truth and is our only hope of getting back home.

"Oh, alright," Arthur relents, "We'll go with you, but if this turns out to be some sort of trap..."

"Trust me," Primrose cut him off, "It's not. Now come on," Primrose started to walk off, "We need to get going before dark."