Of course, there wasn't any doubt (despite what certain other people had to say), the trident is in my hands.

With the help of certain...um people...er thank you, Merlin...Gwaine. Not that you'll see this.

Another day and a quarter of riding is ahead of us, and then I can see Guinevere I had the loveliest...hallucination thing...about her on my way through the Perilous Lands.

And er...my father and Morgana - who's bracelet I lost...which is rather embarrassing, a knight's not supposed to lose a lady's token. I don't know how I'm going to explain that one.

I'll think of something. Later...I'm not about to say anything, but whatever made me all...strange on the journey to the Perlious Lands, is still hanging around a bit.. I don't want to end up like Merlin falling off my horse.

Poor Merlin...