Much time had passed between Mordred and Arthur seeing each other again. Arthur, in between working in London, went to Bermondsey to teach the youngsters and the dockland workers boxing more often. Arthur had also tried to change himself again, by allowing his hair to grow back to its state beforehand, and he had shaved the moustache. It was now 1913.

Mordred had also changed as well. A letter came the one morning to Camelot Gardens, as Arthur was getting ready to go to work from Ms Druidson, as Ygraine opened the letter and began to read it.

"Children, Mordred is engaged to be married."

"To whom," Morgause asked, trying to pinch the letter.

"You can read it later. To Kara Wood. He met her in Greece." Arthur stilled, so that is why Mordred ended it all. He fell in love with someone else.

The doorbell rang, and Ygraine and Morgause left the dining room, leaving Arthur at the dining table with Morgana, who was sipping her tea.

"Do you know her?" Morgana began.

"Oh, erm, yes," Arthur whispered.

A maid came in to the dining room. "Mr Chapman, Miss Pendragon."

Morgana left the table to welcome Leon, when Arthur called her.

"Morgana." Morgana turned and faced Arthur. "Those things that I said about Mordred on his visit, they're not true. I made them up, and I apologise for that."

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't signify. I love Leon now."

"Morgana. Leon's a good fellow. For two people to be in love to marry, it brings me joy. I wish you happiness."

"Thank you," Morgana mutely replied, leaving Arthur alone to finish eating his breakfast.

The next contact from Mordred was when Arthur was at work, and he explained that he was getting married to Kara very shortly, and asked if Arthur could come to Avalon the week after, which he couldn't because of work. Arthur's business partner at the stockbrokers was also married, and then Morgana's wedding is shortly after. Feeling lonely, Arthur knew that he needed to be cured, and would see Dr Agravaine for help.

Dr Agravaine checked Arthur over, and Arthur said it was too intimate of an illness to speak to anyone else.

Arthur mentioned that he was done for, and had kept himself clean in the wrong way. Agravaine mentioned that Arthur was fine, and he could easily marry, that any girl would be lucky to have him.

Arthur then mentioned that he was like Gwaine, and like Oscar Wilde. That is when Agravaine understood what he exactly meant by 'too intimate of an illness to tell anyone else', which Agravaine was disgusted. His advice to cure him was to find a pretty woman, which would soon cure him.

"Rubbish!" Agravaine snorted.

"I can't explain this fully to anyone."

"Now listen Arthur, don't let that dreaded hallucination, that, evil temptation from the devil occur to you again. Understood?"

"I…"

"No, I will not discuss. The worst thing I could do for you is to discuss. Now, who put that rubbish lie into your head?"

"It's not rubbish to me."

"Rubbish."

Arthur wouldn't be able to seek help until he went down to Avalon in September that year. Mordred was now married to Kara, and the on the morning after arriving there the day before, Edward Simmons and Arthur took the fields, shooting rabbits and birds. Emrys was the under gamekeeper at Avalon, who accompanied them outdoors.

"Mine!" Shouted Edward, as he aimed for a rabbit.

The three continued walking, until Edward found a bird, and aimed again. "Look out. Mine!" He missed. "Damn! It got away."

Emrys looked across the grounds, where the atmosphere was growing mistier on that cold, wretched afternoon. "Do you gentleman wish to continue shooting? The mist is coming down."

Edward turned to Emrys. "Very well Emrys. We better pack it in for today. You'll bring the game book up to the house."

Emrys left the pair alone, Arthur was down in the dumps, and Edward tried to cheer him up. "Cheer up old man! What's gotten into you lately?"

"Would you believe, today is my birthday?"

"Well, many happy returns. Mordred never mentioned it at all."

"Mordred is too busy canvassing."

"Quite right."

"C'mon. We might as well have a drink."

"That's more like it."

As Emrys was dealing with their rifles, hat now off and his unruly hair flowing about, Arthur tried to focus on Simmonds, and taking his shooting gear off. When Arthur returned to Avalon the day before, he noticed Emrys fooling about, pinching some grapes with two females, kissing them both, who seemed to be maids at Avalon, working for Mordred.

Both sitting in the chair, George came in with a telegram, and glanced at Arthur.

"Telegram came for you, sir."

"Thank you."

"See, Mordred did remember your birthday."

"Eh, shall we have that drink then?"

"Yes, two please George."

"Very good, sir." George then left them in peace, and Arthur read the telegram, which was from a man named Dr Gaius. The telegram read that he was happy to confirm Arthur's appointment for the day after, being Thursday, and that Arthur was to prepare a statement about his problem and any recent symptoms.

"I eh, I've got to go back to town tomorrow."

"Oh, what a pity. We might have had more shooting. Nothing bad, I hope."

"No, no, just business."

Emrys then shot Arthur a warm affectionate smile, looking rather adorable with his ears and the hair, all pale and cheekbones. "Happy Birthday, Sir."

Arthur swivelled round in his chair, gazing at Emrys. "Thank you."

The evening would see a hole in the roof, where the piano needed to be shifted. All retreating to bed early, through the rituals at Avalon Park, Arthur began writing his statement for his appointment the day after. Halfway through, there was a knock at the door, Mordred entering.

Mordred came to the desk that Arthur was siting at, and laughed. Kara had mentioned earlier that Arthur was going back to town tomorrow, where she presumed that he was returning due to some girl, obviously not though, and Mordred believed her. Arthur let him believe it. "Oh Arthur. I am glad. Well, it's the greatest thing on earth, perhaps the only one. Oh, I'm so glad for you." Arthur then realised exactly what Mordred was on about and laughed himself.

The morning after, Simmonds and Arthur left Avalon for London.

It was Thursday afternoon when Arthur would pay a visit to Dr Gaius. He claims that he cure homosexuality through hypnotising, and so, Arthur gave it a shot.

When Gaius manages to hypnotise Arthur, he begins to ask questions.

"How do you like my consulting room?"

"It's a nice room," Arthur replied.

"Not too dark," Gaius added.

"You can see the picture on the wall ahead of you." There wasn't actually a picture on the wall in front of Arthur from where he was laying down, but this was one of Gaius' methods. Arthur nods, which indicates to Gaius that he's gone and out, and so can continue.

"Come closer, Pendragon. Be careful of the crack on the floor though."

"How broad is the crack?"

"You can jump it." Arthur heaved himself off the bed, to flop back down.

Supposedly now, he was staring at this painting.

"Now, whom do you think this painting is of?"

Arthur shook his head, expressing that he has no idea.

"It is… Miss… Edna May," Gaius spontaneously came up with.

"I want to go home to my mother," Arthur replied, and then giggled. Arthur was indeed insane.

"She is beautiful, and attractive."

"She isn't to me," Arthur plainly replied.

"What an ungallant remark."

"Mr Pendragon… look at her…" Gaius thought of something for a moment, "lovely hair," he would finish with.

"I like short hair best," Arthur stated.

"Why?"

"Because… because…" Arthur then began to sob.

After the session, Gaius stated to Arthur that he was open to suggestion and that he made him see a picture on the bare wall, which Arthur noticed and laughed. Requesting another appointment, Gaius commanded for Arthur to telephone him in two weeks. In the mean time, he should find some recreational activity to do such as play tennis or stroll around with a gun.

Arthur returned back to Avalon later that day, to find that Mordred and Kara were about to head out, as they were electioneering out in town and wouldn't be back until the day after, when the cricket match would take place.

As there was only him, Octavia and the church minister there that night, there was plenty of time to stroll around, and so Arthur walked around the grounds of the house. Nearby his room, there was a long ladder, leaning against the outside wall, where presumably Emrys was fixing the roof.

Emrys came down the ladder and noticed Arthur nearby. "Pardon me, sir. Will the gentlemen be shooting tomorrow?"

"No, the cricket match is tomorrow."

"I'm sure, sir, I'm very sorry if I failed to give you and Mr Simmonds full satisfaction."

"It's alright, Emrys."

"Glad to see down so soon, sir." Arthur was about to walk away, but turned and faced Emrys.

Arthur shot a smile, smoking a cigarette at the same time, and finished with, "That's all right, Emrys."

During dinner, George came and reported to Arthur that Emrys wished to know whether Arthur would like to bathe between innings tomorrow during the cricket match, as he had bailed out the boat. Arthur never replied, but the church minister butted in instead.

After dinner, Arthur returned outside to enjoy the fresh air. Emrys was also outside, finishing off the work, and came to join Arthur, as they walked in time together.

"Good night, sir."

"Oh, Emrys! Good night."

Arthur began to spark up conversation between the two, which it was considered during that time rather odd for a person of high social status to be communicating with someone from the lower class, more importantly, a servant.

"I hear you are emigrating."

"That's right, sir."

"Good luck."

"Thank you, sir."

"The Argentine I believe?"

"Right again, sir."

"Night sir!"

"Good night," Arthur replied, as both went their own ways.

Emrys went back to the house, where George was packing up to go home, wrapping his scarf around his neck. George and Emrys tended to share conversation, and that both knew of the past relationship between Arthur and Mordred, meaning that Emrys knew of Arthur's sexuality, who he found attractive.

"Well, I'm off. Easy start tomorrow, just Mr Pendragon's pleasure to wait upon."

Emrys disagreed with George. "Mr Pendragon is a gentleman!" George then left, Emrys as well.

Later that night, neither Emrys nor Arthur could sleep. Emrys tracked around the grounds of Avalon, and Arthur imagined himself with a girl, which he found rather distressing. Currently distressed, Arthur opened the window and stepped out onto the ledge, where the ladder was.

Arthur grabbed the ladder and banged it against the ledge, knowing that he couldn't sleep, almost giving an indication to frustration, but would impose it on himself afterwards. Emrys noticed this action, and made his way to the ladder. Arthur got back into bed; trying to ease back off, with the window now open. He then heard footsteps of someone climbing up the ladder, noticing it was Emrys.

Emrys came into the bedroom, saying, "It's alright, sir. I know." Arthur would fall under his spell, as Emrys raised his hand and brushed Arthur's hair back, Arthur leaning into the touch.

"Emrys, wait, Emrys. What's your first name?"

"Merlin."

"My first name is Arthur."

Arthur raised his hand and flicked Merlin's cap off, as he leaned into the mattress, Merlin above him, and he leaned in to kiss him, Arthur returning the affections, as they somehow both began to undress each other.

The morning after, when George had arrived and began to prepare the house for the day, both were in Arthur's bed, completely naked, where Arthur was atop of Merlin.

"The church bell has struck which means you'll have to release me." As Merlin was about to get up, Arthur straddling Merlin, Arthur grabbed both of Merlin's arms and threw back into the pillows.

They would talk for the minutes they had remaining, lazily kissing each other, and then Merlin dressed himself and left, taking the ladder with him.

He made a narrow escape as George brought tea into the room, Arthur still naked in bed.

"Nice day, sir. Nice day for the match."

"Hmm?" Arthur paid no notice as he relaxed into the pillows.

"The servants feel that we should be honoured to have you captain us for the match."

"I'm no cricketer. Who's your best bat?"

"No other than the under gamekeeper, Emrys."

"Then put Emrys as captain."

"Very well." George left Arthur's clothes near the bed, allowing him to change in privacy.

"Oh dear, sir?"

Arthur re-opened his eyes, as George collected the dirty clothing. "What is it?"

"Mud on the carpet, sir. I'll have to get someone up to clean this." Arthur made a face as if, damn it! We've been caught!

George then closed the door, leaving Arthur alone, who fell back into the pillows.