Chapter thirteen.
"What will you do now?" Arthur rubbed his eyes with his fingers, looking out the window as the sun went down "I do not know," he admitted "I must find a way to put things right," he said to remind himself not to lose sight of the most important thing I have to give back to Morgan his life "
" For now it seems a miracle that it still has a "interjected the other, and Arthur turned Her eyes were looked at him nor his servant scolded him because he seemed to have only repeated aloud the words that were echoed in him.
"stables nearby, go to Morgana, assists Gaius and Gwen to take care of you" knew that his maid had mistakenly accused of naivete, or perhaps reckless, but somehow felt resentment grow as he pronounced his name and tried to focus on what needed to be done "While you're in the rooms of Morgana try to determine whether there may be something, maybe an object a potion or something ... that has allowed the exchange of bodies "
Arthur had to wait for hours, and the thing was unbearable, but at night he made sure that the guards would receive more food and wine and more in the night when the moon was already high for a long time and every light was off to the village he found them sleeping peacefully.
Morgana was curled on a bed of straw in a corner, his ankles chained to the wall, but not asleep. He raised his head as soon as she heard him approach, looking at concentration because with the faint light of the torches on the walls it was impossible to immediately recognize the identity of who was approaching.
"Arthur? Is that you? "He asked, pulling down.
"Morgana" she heard him whisper as he clung to the bars of the cell "I'll get out of here," he said putting a hand in his trouser pockets to find the keys.
"Not at all," contradicted the rising to achieve it, but forget the chain ended up falling on his knees, sheltering in the fall with outstretched hands on the stone, when they detained the just after a couple of steps.
"Keep still, please," he insisted when he was on the floor, too tired even to discuss.
"Morgana,"
"Stop" interrupted "You alone have the keys," she reminded him in a whisper, "If I ran away Uther finds out that he will not be too difficult to guess how. And if he will not think I used the magic and in both cases, when you find me, put me at the stake anyway "
" Do not you find it "persisted, continuing to look after to keep his voice low.
"Really," asked bitter smile, "I assure you I did not go unnoticed" ridiculed by moving the hair from his face because he clearly saw his hideous features. But Arthur looked at her and smiled "No, you've never done, I'll give you "and she felt a desire to tighten it, but if he did would have allowed herself to feel her lips and allowed the woman to take that time and was the only thing that could keep for herself. The expectation of him. Although it would end the next day at dawn.
"Let me get at least" he asked, sounding dangerously like a plea.
"Better not," she insisted.
"You're not a woman" accused her gently.
"And you are intolerable," she smiled.
Arthur knelt on the stone floor and stretched out a hand through the bars, by grounding the keys "At least take off those chains," he said pushing them towards her. The metal that slipped on the rough ground produced a subtle noise that seemed to echo within the walls and for a moment the two looked breathlessly waiting to hear if they would be discovered and separated again.
But the moment passed and no one moved, and when Morgan had freed his ankles from the chains stood up and walked to the bars to return the keys to Arthur without additional noise.
He put his hand between the bars and Arthur grabbed her tightly by preventing it from withdrawing. Firmly led her to get closer to the bars to join up with the whole body. Maybe it was his mind to cheat, maybe the lights were faint, but it seemed that it was the Morgan ever - beautiful, sassy and as necessary as air. He put The other arm in the bars surrounding the life "remains so, please," murmured the letting of one resting his forehead against the other. Holding him to the bars together, united and divided - yet.
"I deserved it," Gwen said, covering her mouth with one hand while Gaius looked at the girl lying on the bed that had not regained consciousness even after the fateful accident.
"Of course not" seconded the Merlin looking for a way to ask questions that would have seemed suspicious "It has always been strong, I am sure that will exceed even this moment"
"I hope so ..." she said pulling sniffed "... Right now he could be happy"
"Lately it has changed a lot, right?" said the servant accidentally.
"Yes" she confirmed nodding "He always says he wants to be happy," smiled benevolently watching the sleeping girl.
"Anything else?" Said Merlin, and Gwen looked at him confused but too distressed to be suspicious of that curiosity. Sometimes people are interested persons to whom he kept in a strange attempt to detain them in their lives, and perhaps this was one of those.
"Well, he got much care for her appearance ... Arthur. And no longer suffers from problems in sleep, "he told" He went all right
"This bracelet?" Gaius said, turning to the girl "would be the case to remove it ..." he said, looking Merlin.
"Oh, I tried," said Gwen "... But I think the closure is broken, and then she likes so much. Do not take away from the first day that put him "
" A special gift, "asked Merlin with a sweet smile.
"I think quell'ambasciatore is a gift ... "sketches.
"Before I forget" Gaius interrupted quickly, "I need hot water, you go please ..." and she nodded, albeit tentatively, leaving the room.
"What?" Merlin asked anxiously approaching the old man, who raised the girl's wrist to show the object in question "Two snakes that eat each other. This is a magical object, and druids. It 's a barrier for souls to return to their rightful home, "he said putting his hand on the back flap of the blanket" It may only be removed in two ways. One is a magic formula that I'm going to try immediately ... "she said walking to the door.
"And the other?" Said Merlin turned to Gaius.
"The other ..." The old man looked distressed "The other is that the wearer will die" the man opened the door and would be removed immediately if Merlin had not heard to exclaim his name "Gaius"
The cuff was opened by myself, and when the servant touched the pulse of the Lady saw that his heart had stopped beating.
"Damn," he said running his hands through his hair, now in panic, while Gaius returned quickly to stimulate the girl next to her heart.
"Soon will dawn," Morgan whispered, unable to force you to tell him everything that he should have. Perhaps this was the last time he saw her eyes, and tried its close, and she could do nothing but see the obvious.
"Next we will see more romantic, I promise," he said please do not prove to be a liar. Praying to be able to see one more with her.
"Romance?" She asked with a grin, "Arthur Pendragon, you would not know," he was ready to reply, but did not see her limp in his arms like a puppet with broken wires, not to see it fall to the ground with a graceless thud. Fix stupid not to see anything while he repeated his name suppressed pain.
He had not even told her he loved her.
He knelt on the floor to reach out between the bars and take the keys fell to the ground but when he managed to open the cell could not force himself to get close to that body. Morgana would cry or woman who had they torn? He felt chest pain defraud and retching back up the throat, and had to make a clenched fist to his mouth to keep from throwing up.
He left the cell open and the body to the ground and ran along the narrow corridors regardless of who might wake up and see him. He reached the wing where the rooms were of Morgana and Merlin did not stop when you cross that came out with an empty bowl in hand, "Prince, I found out-" he paused when the other does not paid attention and had to chase him to tell him "She woke up and-"
"Well," Arthur broke off his sentence abruptly walking past the living room, ignoring the look of Gwen and the door closed Morgan's bedroom.
She wanted to scream and cry and sit to wait for his heart to stop. She had heard cracking and he was sure that at any moment he stopped struggling and he would surrender quietly. But first he had to kill the one responsible for his pain and entered in the room looking at the woman lying in bed with the hatred that he did not believe they would ever find within themselves.
did not care if it was just a woman, did not care if he was crazy, would not allow the life of Morgana show off as an expensive dress. Would not let her see the world with his green eyes taking the love that did not belong.
"Arthur, you should review your manners," she reproached him with a tired voice pours remaining on the pillows.
"You do not have to worry about for much of my ways, "said Merlin reaching the bed while he hurried to the door saying" Lady Morgana woke up, sir "as the girl looked at him with an expression of defiance, slow movements to the familiarity of his gaze .
"I mean" uncertain times Merlin "When she woke up was Lady Morgan, the first" insisted "That's the first that she was no longer" insisted realizing the stupidity of that sentence.
Arthur taking his eyes from the girl - rekindling hope and felt my heart being broken again in fear it was just an illusion on the verge of vanishing, and was mad at any moment.
"Merlin you're babbling like an idiot!" Accused him beside himself.
"Despite its occasional flaws oratorical we both know that Merlin is a very cute," she contradicted him watching the young servant with a kind smile, "And a good friend" said extending a hand because he approached "We must find ways to dine together again," she said, blushing as he smiled and shook his hand in his "And maybe do some other game of chess"
"With pleasure my Lady," replied the boy nodding moved.
"Morgana" she corrected him. There was a moment of silence before Merlin reminded the presence of Arthur into the room and leave them alone.
Prince looked out the window as the sun lit up the first rays Camelot. He was almost afraid to look at it and discover it was not true, it was still a pale imitation of Morgana that stretched between the sheets and preferred to live the illusion of her back a few more next time before having to let go again.
"Arthur ..." he shifted his eyes, tried to turn around and look at her but did not move "Arthur, look, it's me"
He did what he had asked and sat on the bed when she offered him a half smile.
"You ask me?" Suggested "I've always been a student better than you" pointed out "it's not a difficult thing to overcome them"
She looked irreverent and ironic had it not been stunned with grief and joy, and deprived of sleep for two days could feel the urgent desire to strangle her with his hands.
was her.
"I'm too gallant to tear you from this illusion, Morgana" retorted, amazed that I could say the whole sentence without breath. He felt he could not breathe because she was near, because she was alive. Because she was Morgana, and took your breath away.
"Contrary to what the-" did not give her time to finish the sentence. She watched his mouth open and tongue move from under the palate to produce sound, and he realized that there were better jobs to employ both.
He heard her grasp with his hands behind his back as he replied to kiss passionately and slowly, forcing the blood to rush to places very dangerous, especially considering they were alone in a bedroom.
Perhaps sensing his thoughts, or decide to further torment him - had always been a true master at this - pushed him away by pressing her hands against her shoulders.
"This is highly inappropriate" scolded her lips red and inflamed eyes.
"Do you love me?" He asked, ignoring his words, "And this is even more inappropriate, "she scolded him yet" should also be the one to tell me "
" I'm right "he admitted, nodding," I will "he continued kissing her and spoke against the mouth as she slid her arms on his shoulders "after" language added by the sink again into the mouth of Morgana.
"After " asked Morgan in return, insulted, recovering enough lucidity from disposing of his kisses.
Arthur laughed and kissed her back as she drew back her head to avoid - with more regret than I wanted to admit - the assaults of his mouth.
"After the wedding, of course," he said trying to fake an offended tone implied by the implications of its application.
"I could not have intended to accept your proposal," Morgan objected while Arthur's hand from her face down along the curve of the neck and down to the side, tearing that shook a little moan.
"Well," Arthur said, still speaking against the mouth, with no other concern but to continue to get her moaning for the rest of their lives until death had separated them - that she wanted to or not.
"I was not going to do with it a"
Epilogue
dragon's voice rang out in the dark as he moved his head down toward the boy with dark hair - still groggy from the festivities of the royal wedding - had questioned him.
The truth and myth contracted always confuse you again, bizarre and unpredictable ways.
So the legend come to the end of time. The lives of three women will be together forever and two of them know the eternity of history: the infamous witch from the heart as its appearance, and the maid that the King, the true spirit of Britain, has loved and chosen as his queen. Never mind that a name be confused with the other, because the soul has no eyes or ears.
There are inevitable things: the will of God - life, death, the beating of your heart speeds up for someone who would not want to ever want, which increases the gap between two people even while away still.
fate.
men speak their language and proclaim the truth decanter and lies, but what will be again.
What always will be.
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