A/N: Well I no longer have to pay the ticket I received for drunk driving or appear in court. Turns put the cop is a racist bastard and thought giving me a DUI would teach me not to have a "colored' boyfriend, who had been in the passenger seat the day I was given the ticket. I'm going to go into anymore details
And just so you guys are aware, I am 20 years old and I don't plan on ever having any kind of alcohol in my body. I hate the idea of drinking, even if it is small amounts. I do not want to impair any of my abilities, even if there are only a few. I don't smoke and never will smoke either. I've seen what smoking does to people, I do not want live the way they are living now.
Well I've rambled long enough. Here is Chapter 3.
Arthur, Gaius, Gwen and the knights stood around the table in the royal chambers. While Merlin sat. The table, itself, was littered with maps connecting Camelot to Nemeth.
"Rodor is taking refuge here by the ancient toom of King Loath," Arthr said as he pointed to the map. "That's three leagues from our border."
Leon looked over at Gaius. "Mithian can lead us there?"
"She is recovering well," the Court Physician informed.
"Now our only chance of getting Rodor back is with speed and stealth. With just a small group of knights," Arthur stated as he laid out a plan.
"To be over the border and back again in a matter of hours," Eylan interpreted.
"Exactly," Arthur said.
"Sire, if I may?" Gaius interrupted.
Arthur looked over at the old man. "Yes Gaius?"
"Odin has long been after your blood, if he finds out about this, you could have an entire army at your banks," Gaius explained.
"That's true, but Odin doesn't know where Rodor is and we do," the king informed. "By the time he's realized what has happened we'll be long gone. Now, we'll camp overnight in the Forest of Gedref and leave with the rising sun."
Gaius handed Merlin a potion. "Could you deliver this to the princess? It's a tonic to help her relax."
Merlin stood up from where he was sitting and leaned on his cane as he grabbed the vial. "Sure Gaius."
Mithian watched as Morgana enchanted a raven to deliver a message. Mithian quietly walked past the witch and reached for the door only to be pulled back.
Mithian let out a short scream as she landed on the cold, hard floor.
At that moment there was a knock on the door. She watched as Morgana shuffled passed her toward the door.
As the door opened, Merlin's face emerged.
"Sorry, I did knock." he apologized.
Morgana stared the young man down, then spoke, "No need to apologize."
Merlin held up a vial. "Gaius sent me. I have a draught for the princess."
Morgana took the vial. "How thoughtful! Thank you, Merlin."
Merlin looked over at Mithian, with concern written across his face. Mithian hoped that he could see that something was wrong. She hoped that he heard her scream before he knocked. He had to have been close enough to hear it. Right?
The young man simply smiled a forced smile and said, "Good night then."
He then left as quickly as he came. Morgana proceeded to lock the door once more.
"I would not test me if I were you. You would not enjoy the consequences," Morgana threatened.
Merlin arrived back at Gaius' chamber and promptly sat back down. He leaned his cane against the table and placed a hand over his scarring wound.
"Would you like something for the pain?" Gaius offered.
"No, it will pass on it's own. I just have to sit for awhile," Merlin stated, not really wanting one of Gaius' tonics. He's drunken enough of those for one lifetime
"Are you sure you're up for the journey tomorrow?" Gaius asked, concerned for his nephew's well being.
The young man had been only moving about on his own for a little over a week and he still continued to push himself over the limits. If he kept doing this, he would be walking with a cane until he looked the Great Dragoon from natural causes.
"I'll be fine," Merlin insisted.
Gaius looked at him with disbelief, but let the matter drop. He'd have to remember to slip a pain relieving tonic into his morning juice. "If you're sure."
A couple hours later, while Merlin helped ground up the final herbs for Gaius' medicine bag. He sighed and placed the beater he was using down.
This action did not go unnoticed by his unlce. "You got something on your mind, Merlin? Is the pain worse?"
"It's not my injury. There's something not quite right with Mithian," Merlin stated.
"Should I go and see her?" Gaius asked.
Merlin shook his head. "No, it's not like that. She's not unwell. It's as if she's frightened of something."
"Well she's worried, Merlin. She's worried about her father. It's only to be expected," Gaius reasoned.
"It's more than that. I can see fear in her eyes. It's not the Mithian I know," Merlin insisted.
"The Mithian you knew was here in happier times," Gaius pointed put.
Merlin shook his head again and pressed on. "It's not just Mithian, it's Hilda. There's something not right between them."
"They've both been through a terrible ordeal, Merlin. They fled their home, barely escaped with their lives. It's not surprising that the strain has taken it's toll," Gaius explained.
Merlin resigned. "Maybe-"
"Come on, we've got work to do. We must pack up the supplies," Gaius said, seeing the discussion as dropped.
A/N: I will not be posting anything until Monday. I will be visiting my Granny. She is in the hospital. The doctors think she could go any day now. I want to spend whatever time I can with her before she is gone, even though she doesn't know who I really am. When we last spoke, she thought I was my mother and was wondering where her first grandchild was. Her first grandchild is my eldest brother. I didn't have the heart to correct her, so I told him he was with his father back New Jersey.
I am hoping she will have one last moment of clarity and recognizes her only granddaughter and we have a good conversation, before she forgets me all over again.