Part 11:
link “Morgana,” Merlin says quietly, looking at Lancelot. “Come here,” he says, and Lancelot steps over.
Without warning, Merlin pulls the dagger from his friend’s chest and tosses it to the floor.
“Ow!” Lancelot exclaims, uncharacteristically loud.
Merlin places his hand over the wound and, with a few words, heals and closes it. Lancelot feels a pleasant warm sensation spreading throughout his body, starting at his shoulder.
“Thank you,” he says.
Leon...
