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Why? Because these retorts are way old for the creative mouth Merlin and Merlin had more confidence in Arthur more than himself, always. "How can you be such a prat and the great king at the same time Arthur? Your royal arse was saved and you talk about confidence?" Merlin chuckled and Arthur realised Merlin was playing along with him. Arthur was right, but he was blabbering to ignore what he was feeling. But Merlin's wrinkle hidden eyes said he saw right through him. Maybe in the woods behind Merlin or water behind Arthur. And even tho recent accounts made a change in my view you do agree to my thinking of magic as a weapon? Merlin if you didn't come when you did, I am not so sure I had my past confidence on the war." Arthur tried to shake of the weird feeling by completely ignoring it. Not when the majority would feel insecured. All these year, my father ensured that magic to be thought nothing but pure evil, I can't just declare it isn't. Shaking his head he resumed, "and we need to take heed from what people of Camelot wants. And-" "You are okay with magic?" Finally Merlin's gaze was fixed on him, Arthur noticed. "When is it going wear of? Your look? You know we would need preparation before breaking such a big news in Camelot. "That, I do." Replied Merlin with the unfamiliar old man voice which was starting to irritate Arthur. We need to get back, and you have a lot of explaining to do." Arthur realised his muscles were actually stiff, aching. Merlin shifted on his feet and Arthur took the surrounding in. "It's okay Merlin, m'alright." A cloak was wrapped around him when Merlin let go, Arthur could help the smile that curved his lips slightly. Merlin immediately wrapped his shaking hands around Arthur and chocked out a "S-sire!" Of course. 'How? Sorcery?' "Merlin?" This time it came clear. The armour broke into pieces by the force and Arthur realised why his armour felt stiff. Merlin, the old disguise of him, grabbed for the neck of Arthur's chainmill, clearly intending to pull him off of the dreadful lake and Arthur couldn't be more grateful. 'Did they glow?' Then it all came back to him. The first thing Arthur noticed was the eyes of the old man. Even before he could think and compare it to the after math of that one time he slept in till afternoon, he was pulled. 'Why? I swim well' he thinks then feels the stiff armour perhaps also his muscles. instinctively he tries to kick the water but it comes out pathetic. It's all water and judging by the amount of light, deep, real deep.