[Merlin looks down at the floor, thinking of that small, wooden dragon carving sitting on his desk.]

The knights of Camelot are brave, but they could not stand up to the dragon. My magic was no use against him either. Arthur was desperate...so we followed Gaius' directions and sought the help of the Dragonlord who had supposedly escaped Uther's purge.

[A quiet, shuddering breath. If only he'd been faster or better with his sword, his father would not have had to take that blow for him.]

We were attacked by Cenred's men on the way back to Camelot.

Cenrad? Of Essetir? But he made a peace accord with Camelot -

[ A very tentative, fragile peace that Uther would not risk breaking for the people of Ealdor, she remembers. It angered her in the past to the point when she and Gwen left Camelot to help without Uther's permission. ]

He was always known as more of a barbarian than a king.