"Arthur?" Standing before him was a knight of Camelot. Merlin felt tears fill his eyes, and was speechless. The man, soaking, held in his hand a sword, and looking up as he was called, almost dropped it. "Merlin!" The warlock ran to him without hesitation. Tears streamed as he held in his shaking sobs with his hands. Excalibur fEll into the water as Arthur returned the embrace.