Monday, June 17, 2024

A City in the Stars...Literally

 NOT Star Labs or Arrow Based

Inspired by a picture of the titular city in Stargate Atlantis on the screen/viewer of the NCC 1701 with the original series crew. 1960's Kirk and Chekov starring at what looks like an earth-based city floating in space.


“Captain some-thing is approaching us off the starboard bow.”

Kirk stared at his Conn officer. “Not the most descriptive analysis Lieutenant.”

“Sir, this object, if these sensors are working, defies description.”

“Then put the object on screen and we'll see if the sensors are accurate.” Mr. Sulu adjusted some of the controls at his station and the enormous something or other appeared on the primary viewpoint. “I see why you were confused.” Kirk said under his breath.

Apparently the mass behind and to their left was literally a floating city with clearly Terran architecture. Skyscrapers as well and turrets were distinguishable in the present magnification. But was was most impressive, and puzzling was that there was no ground. The city did not float on an asteroid or any soil or landmass. As far as Kirk could tell, it literally floated on nothing.

Turning to his science officer he ordered a 'full scan and this range'. Which was an easily understood order for the Vulcan who had served under him for so many years. And carried out with nothing but an affirming nod and an eager expression. It wasn't often they came across something even Spock never considered possible. “Analysis Mr. Spock?”

“Very real captain and very...historically accurate.”

“Life-signs?”

Our sensors are having trouble penetrating the structure captain however...we are being hailed.”

“On speakers.”

The speakers crackled and electric interference poured over the comms. It took a second for Kirk to realize the interference was from the other ship...not a problem with their systems. A moment later a broken, distorted voice was heard. “This is Colonel John Sheppard. If you can hear me, if you're out there... to any ship within range... request immediate assistance.”

This is Captain James Kirk, ready to assist. Can you lower your shields to we may beam you aboard?”

“Captain, they shouldn't trouble you the state they're in. But yes... not for long.”
“Understood Colonel. Prepare for emergency beam out.” A few minutes later 12 human beings materialized onboalrd the USS Enterprise. One of whom was an Air Force officer with a lot of energy and a lot of questions. Captain James T. Kirk was in the infirmary to welcome him when he did calm down.

“This is amazing, your arrival I mean. And more than a little straining to credulity.”

“I could say the same thing of you Colonel. Identify yourself, and your team, please.”

“Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, United States Air force. Exactly what outfit I'm with? Would take a lot longer. How many made it?”

“We were only able to beam 12 of you aboard. There are others still in your city but...”

“They'll be alright; they're in stasis for a reason.” Noticing Kirk's look of shock Sheppard offered an explanation. “Four days ago there were 25 living souls in that city...Atlantis as we call it. Everyone was either free and clear, dead or in stasis. We did not lose a city full of people Captain. Or I would have an appropriately Macabre reaction.”

“United States...what year?”

“2010. That city, is not human workmanship...not twenty-first century Earth anyway. They were our...they were an ANCINT race of humanoids who were so stuck up with such accomplishments...they didn't think their enemy was a threat...and died out centuries ago.”

“An incredibly scientifically advanced civilization.” Spock said from the doorway.

“Advanced yes...civilized...debatable.” A coarse voice said from another bed. A man with more muscles than his tunic could conceal and a hairstyle as imposing as his attitude sat up, holding his arm.

“Ronnan, take it easy. I'm fairly certain we can trust these guys. They're not the Wraith.”

“Wraith, as in specters, spirits of the dead?”

“As in a biological race that grows whatever technology it has and sucks the life out of you, through a slit in their hands instead of their mouth.” Sheppard intoned. “Look up the less reliable reports of my time. You'll see what we mean.” He passed out a moment later.


We all die at one time or another Colonel. And I for one would rather die today and have it mean something than outlive all my friends and bemoan a wasted life.”

Those were the last words I told Sumner before I put him in the puddle-jumper. Dr's Beckett and McKay were with him along with the remaining science personnel. I powered down the control tower and secured myself in the stasis chamber. Wasn't sure anyone would ever find us.” Major John Sheppard paused and looked at the faces around him. “How DID you all find us anyway?”

“A giant floating city that seemed of Earth origin, or at least Terran architecture, quite literally floating in space. It was hard to miss.”

“You're of an Earth fleet?” Sheppard said with a quizzical look.

“Yes...we DO have a lot to catch you up on.” The Captain said stolidly. My first officer would like to debrief you whenever you are ready. Until then I think you would like to read through our historical libraries...get oriented as it were.”

“Captain. You have yet to tell me who you are or what year this is, I do NOT want to be left so far in the dark while being told to 'catch myself up'.” The ship's captain arched his eyes and smiled in surprise at the Air Force major. “Near-warp relativity and light-speed transitory nonsense aside, that city, Atlantis was built by the Ancients. It's not much of a leap to say even their reserve batteries could last a few hundred years and I be none the wiser for it...being in a sleep without dreams and all.”

“You are familiar with the theories of faster than light travel and parallel planet development?” A calm, controlled voice spoke up for the first time ever.

And without looking up Sheppard replied. “They were considered nothing but science-fiction at home. All I know of those 'theories' as you call them come from television and film...a few novels along the same lines. Then I got clearance to hear about this outpost in Antarctica and the gateway to other worlds. Artificial wormholes, alien machines that created tunnels through space, including one to a whole other galaxy. My expedition was sent to the Pegasuses galaxy to search for these 'ancients' and their 'lost city'. We found the city itself, reasonably calling it 'Atlantis'. We hadn't been there 3 days when it launched itself into space again to avoid an attack by these ancients enemies...a species called the wraith.”

“But there were no ancients to operate the city. Complete automation?”

“It wasn't exactly well cared for as a city. Almost everything was powered down. But external sensors sensed danger and acted accordingly...according to its own programming. Now if you wouldn't mind answering my original question?” Major Sheppard said with no small amount of edge to his voice.

“By your calendar it would be May 15th 2279.” The calm, cool voice from before answered. “And we are on the outer fringes of the milky way galaxy. It seems these Ancients had programmed Atlantis to return home if their new world was threatened.”

“That would make sense I guess.” Sheppard acceded. “Listen there was one other stasis field operational when I went under. Our team leader Doctor Weir appointed herself a 'lifeboat' in case we were ever found. She said wanted to be a time capsule rather than a living witness...more for the sake of 'here's who we were and what things were like' than any record about what had happened. Is she awake?”

“Her stasis field is functioning. We weren't sure how to safely revive her, or even if we could...”

“Well, how'd you revive me then?” Uncomfortable looks were shared in all directions. “You didn't, did you? I woke up when you beamed over to my ship...but then...” Major John Sheppard jumped from his medical bed, grabbed his belt and left the infirmary without another word. Captain James T Kirk and Commander Spock followed a step behind. The latter regarding him with a kind of suspicious fascination. The major seemed to know exactly where he was going, how to get back to the stasis chamber from the city's infirmary. He must have memorized enough of the schematics in the short time he'd been aboard. He realized the explanation a moment later. 'He said they'd only been in the city a few days before it launched into space. They could have floated awake and aware for weeks before deciding to abandon ship.'

A Blessed Meeting


He says that, is his horse!”

Why would it be his horse?”

Because it is on his land.” The young stranger said simply. Whoever the older knight was, he was obviously well off, and did not bother himself talking to strangers or Frenchmen.

I took this horse from the sea.” Balian said. It was the only reply he could think of. This was translated and the lord shouted something back in Arabic.

He says you are a 'great liar'. And he will fight you not for the horse, but because you are a liar.” Balian shook his head. “Or can you not?”

I can fight. I have no desire to...I do not see a reason.” This the other man apparently understood for he answered without waiting for a translation. The younger man smiled slightly at whatever had been said.

He says give him the horse, or fight for it. That is how it shall be.”

Balian took his father's sword out of its scabbard and held it above his head in a defensive pose. “No.” He said simply. The knight charged him unceremoniously. Balian deflected two strokes and moved out of the way of the third. “Fight me fairly!” Balian called out.

Li-mada.” The knight said curtly.

Why, why should he? He is a knight.”

And I am the baron of Ibelin.” Balian said defiantly.

“ yadaei 'anah sayid 'iiblin'.”

At this the solider began to dismount. “arrĂȘt'.” The younger man said suddenly, holding his left hand up sharply. The knight stopped short. “Are you indeed?” The second man said uncertainly. “As his heir or his replacement?”

If you mean did I take the title from Godfrey, the answer is no. I am his son. I inherited the rank. I will never know if I can...I can only do my best to be as good as him.''

''Very true. A moment please.'' The two natives talked briefly in their own language. And the knight dismounted and raised his sword. Striking the 'guard of the hawk' posture his father had taught him, Balian prepared himself to fight. It was over quite quickly. The servant tried to call off the fight, almost crying out for his master to yield. It came to nothing. Balian's sword sliced through the other man's neck. A moment later the Saracen servant was flat on his back in the sand. Balian stood over him with his sword drawn. The man didn't seem to notice.

''You miss him already?'' Balian inquired.

''I feel sorrow for his passing. I know it must be the will of God. We are taught nothing happens that God does not allow to happen. I still feel...responsible for his death. Inshallah.''

''...God wills it ?'' Balian guessed.

''More like 'God wills it...so it is'.'' The man replied with a hint of a smile on his face.

« If it will help... » Balian handed the man his masters sword. «...Until one of us yields. »

« You give me a chance to redeem myself ? »

« If you loved him enough to fight for him...then we will. I feel it's what my father would have done. »

« You are correct at that. » the other man said, rising slowly.

You knew my father?” Balian said before he could stop himself.

We fight in until one of us yields, no further than that. Which ever of us wins, they decide satisfaction. Compensation for troubles a 'prize of battle' however one says it. But only after. I do not want distractions...on either of our parts.”

Shrewd...insightful even.” Balian said as he once again raised his sword above his head.

The battle was fierce. Whoever the stranger was, he had been well-trained. The speed and surety with which he moved would have impressed any military commander. He said nothing and made no sign what he thought of his opponent, focused completely on what was in front of him. Until finally, twisting his wrist in a particular fashion he wrested Balian's sword out of his hand. “Do you yield?” The man stated in formal French. Balian bowed deeply, his arms spread wide apart and his hands open. The only way he knew to say 'you will get no trouble from me'.

Where were you going?”

I was seeking Jerusalem.”

Then we shall go there.” The man said simply.

Wait please...what is your name?” Balian said before he could stop himself.

My name is Imad al Din. And you?”

My name is Balian.”

They each mounted their own horses and rode off to the East. When they were almost within the walls of the Holy City Imad stopped short. Balian instantly did the same. “We should go on foot from here.” Imad stated plainly. Balian simply nodded and dismounted. As he studied the man's face, Balian became aware of the thought that this stranger was either a personal servant to a great lord, or one of the most gracious and decent men he'd ever known. He carried himself with reserve and restraint, but beneath the service and courtesy there was a deep reservoir of both strength and intelligence. He hoped he wasn't imagining things.

I am certain you have questions. Let them wait until we are inside the city, and indoors.”

As you please.” Balian said easily.

They walked their steeds into the city gates and slowly made their way through the markets. “I keep a room near here. We shall be able to talk privately and freely. Follow me.” Silently and calmly Imad led Balian through the smaller, more deserted streets of the city, far from the thronging crowds and under the awnings of what might well have been a church. A moment later Balian realized that's exactly where they were: in the shadow of a Muslim house of worship. They entered what Balian took to be a hostel and were quickly welcomed. They walked into a room decorated with carpets and quilts, but otherwise sparsely furnished, Imad turned and faced him squarely. “I do not claim you. You are not my slave, that is not what I meant by 'satisfaction'. I would never ask that. Please do not bow to me. I would ask that you stay by my side but that is all I will ask of you, to be...I am not sure the word for it. Someone near by to help and to listen.”

An attendant, or as we would say l' auxiliaire.” Balian said helpfully. “May I ask why?”

I want you at my side, I cannot deny this. It feels, right. And almost like an answered prayer. Am I making any sense? Eh...Do you understand??”

I am beginning to. I have a lot of questions for you. Some, I am sure will sound ridiculous.”

And I will be happy to answer them. However, there are some things...”

If I overstep, or don't know what I'm asking, just tell me and I will relent, with apologies. I will never mean offense. It's just lack of experience. This entire world is so new to me. My father's world was so new to me...” He seemed to realize he was rambling. “I was not raised as Godfrey's son. To be a lord in Jerusalem or even a person of any rank would have been a hard life for me to learn. What I wanted was another way to live in the world, a life to live other than the one I knew.”

Then I believe you and I will get along splendidly. Ironically, I was seeking the same thing.”

You must have been very close to...what was his name again?”

Mummad al Fais. All in his house are well spoken.” Imad said, as if he had read Balian's thoughts on the subject. “And yes I knew him well. But I do not regret his passing. It was the end of his time. Allah has brought him into His marvelous light and I will cherish his life as he lived it. To speak plainly, I truly believe ALL is as God wills it. Including what happened in the desert and what came from it. Is it really so difficult to believe? You said you were looking for a new way to live, so was I. This is a very strange way to start a new life...But God brought us together to bring us this new beginning. What comes from it, what happens from this moment on is still our choice. I truly believe that. ”

We should probably let my father's people know I am all-right.” Balian said suddenly.

...Yes. They would most certainly be awaiting word. I will send a letter tonight and we will seek them tomorrow. Balian, answer me honestly...do you regret...”

I was not raised as a nobleman. I would have been to say the least unequal the task of living up to what they expected of me, a life and responsibility that was thrust upon me by the death of a man I barely knew. I knew Godfrey for only a short time before he died. This lodging, this 'lot in life' suits me far better than what I expected was waiting for me.”

That is a very... perspicace view of things. ” Imad said quietly. A moment later his head lowered in what might have been genuine shame. “I have been silly. I cannot keep you from your father's household...I WILL not keep them worried about what might have happened to you. We should find your father's people. And let them know what has happened. I must make sure they believe that this, whatever happens from this time forward is your choice. I will NOT be known as someone who...takes freedom from another.”

You would not keep a slave, even if you could?”

By no means.” Imad said with certainly and calm.

Why does he stand out for you?” Balian asked. “My father, I mean. What do you...remember of him? Or perhaps...” Balian's mouth closed to stop him from making a bigger fool of himself.

Imad looked bemused. “We know and honor him for his restraint, dignity and goodness.”

I hope I can do him some honor.” Balian admitted.

Believe me monsieur, you already have.”


Limada, Sursis and Repite

English Translation "Wait" "Mercy" and....

As he looked out to the approaching army, Balian wasn't sure how to feel. It was not his responsibility to protect Kerak, at least he owed the lord of that keep no duty. Reynald had been in part responsible for angering the Saracens enough to attack the city in the first place. But before coming to the holy land Balian had been given a charge to be both fearless and just and to protect the people of this kingdom. It had been his father's dying wish and did not make allowances for who to save or defend. Besides, there were too many people fleeing into the city that would be run over by cavalry if he did not at least hold the enemy off. Almaric, his father's best man trotted to be right beside Balian.

We cannot attack that, and live.” He observed placidly.

True.” Balian agreed softly. “But there are too many out here who will die if we don't.”

I'm with you Milord. On both counts.”

That may be the last decision you ever make.” He answered with a small smile.

We've a saying in these parts that a good death is its own reward. I want to test that theory.”

...Then let's get this over with.”...In the minutes that followed Balian led a straight line charge against the enemy host. Both lines broke apart to attack either side of the other army. It was a fight almost completely on horseback for Balian until a spear went through the neck of his charge. He lept off just before the beast crashed to the ground. Somehow he'd managed to keep a tight hold on his sword and sliced the throat of the nearest dark-clad solider. He heard a cry, a challenge of some sort from his left and turned to face his attacker. He swung Godfrey's sword with all his might. For the second time since coming to the holy land he found himself with a challenging fighter. Not only had this man given defiance and singled him for combat, he seemed just as skilled as the Saracen Balian had fought just after the shipwreck. He didn't have time to lose himself in his memories however. Twisting his wrist he lifted his sword to the height of his opponents head. In one stroke he sliced the soldier's face.

Rather, he cut the mans cheek. The wound could not have been serious but the solider staggered back as though something had knocked the breath out of his lungs. Balian knocked the sword out of his opponents hand. In a few moments his own blade was at the Saracen's heart.

Sursis” The man stated plainly.

Give me a reason.” Balian said testily. At that moment he heard a cry from another Saracen solider. The man's eyes were almost frenzied. “Lays hu” The first warrior barked. Balian could not understand what the command had been, but the cavalry soldier immediately turned to fight another opponent. For a moment everything seemed silent around Balian, including the man in front of him.

The man made a few statements in Arabic, words that spread through his army like flames. Balian reckoned the instructions had been similar to the 'cease fire' order he'd given his own troops. When both messages had been carried out, Balian stood and faced the other officer directly.

Who, which side has even won this day?” Balian inquired.

This day is not over yet. I am certain the armies of Jerusalem and of my lord Saladin (Sa-la-ho-deen) are on their way. But this field is yours. I have no reluctance about that.”

I honestly don't...” Balian began. His words died in his throat when the man put his arms straight out in front of him, palms facing upward. Recognition and near-joy washed over Balian's heart. He knew this man. Why he had failed to see it before didn't seem to matter, compared to meeting up with him again.

Almost as soon as he'd arrived in the desert, he'd been 'greeted' by a Saracen lord and his attendant. The lord had challenged him for possession of the horse he'd rescued from his shipwreck. Initially the man had charged Balian while remaining on his horse. On foot he'd barely stood a chance. It wasn't long into the 'skirmish' Balian declared himself the Baron of Ibelin and demanded a fair fight. After the claim was translated by his attendant, the lord obliged. A fair fight was not only deserved, it was expected. Balian won the skirmish easily. The blood from the final wound had gotten all over the servant's horse. An instant later the man was flat on his back in the sand. Walking up the stranger Balian noticed he had a young, handsome face, and strangely showed no sign of distress. He reached his hands out, palms up.

I understand.” Balian responded. “It's not needful, but I understand. Get up.”

The stranger did so. It was only after he found a pack of dates and seeds, shoving several handfuls into his mouth, that he spoke again. “You have taken it very well I have killed your master.” The man didn't answer verbally, only gave him a thoroughly perplexed look. “Why are you not upset?” Balian clarified.

We are taught nothing happens to those who believe unless Allah has made it so. I have no reason to regret my master is now in paradise. Although I could wish he had not left so suddenly.”

I believe I understand. We can't stay out here. Take me to Jerusalem? I don't know the way.”

I will bring you.” The man said, easily.

How long though? I mean the journey, how far are we away from Jerusalem?”

We should be there by nightfall.” Came the instant, soft reply.

The assertion was perfect. It was almost dusk when they trotted their horses close to the walls of the Holy City. Balian had kept side by side with his companion riding this far, but pulled himself just barely ahead of the stranger as they drew close. It was a gesture the man apparently understood as he slowed his steed and lowered his head slightly. A palm tree stood not far from the David Gate. It was a good place to rest. Balian drank a gulp of water and offered it to the stranger; an offer the man politely declined. Balian had remounted his horse at trotted several paces to the gate before he realized he was traveling alone.

What is the matter?” Balian asked, looking back with a concerned expression.

If it's all-right, I'll put a cloak around my face.” Came the cryptic reply.

That's fine. But that's not what I mean.” Balian said shortly.

Please, let it wait until we are safe, and a good way inside.”

...All-right.”

The city of children and soldiers that was Jerusalem sprawled out before them. After passing some pottery stalls and more than a few fruit and herb sellers, Balian stopped in front of a water trough. The stranger dismount and patted the neck of the steed he'd been riding. After rummaging around in his sack he found a carrot stub to offer the beast.

...Either you hide your feelings well or your people are not as passionate as we are led to believe.” Balian said suddenly. The stranger looked ready to smile. “I meant to explain my last question. I don't know much about life here but it IS strange to me...I don't even know your name?”

I am called 'Nassir'...It means 'champion' or 'supporter'. What do you intend to do with me?”

I can't ask you to follow me.” Balian replied thoughtlessly. “I go to the mound at Gethsemane. I am Godfrey's son, the baron of Ibelin, yet I'm a stranger here. I don't know what following me would mean for you. Will you be all-right on your own?”

The shock on Nassir's face was considerable. “I...yes. Your style makes sense now. Your fighting style I mean. It was unlike anything taught here. That last move in particular. I admit, I do not understand why...” His words failed him completely.

Why I refuse to take you with me against your will as a slave, a prisoner or some such mess? In the village I'm from...I was not a slave but I had no other status that meant anything. I will not use a title I'm not sure I earned to make anyone feel inferior. Go in peace...What was the name of the man I killed?”

His name was Mummad-al-Fais.” Nassir answered easily, mounting his own horse, and smiling.

Please believe me...I hope he is in paradise now.” Balian offered simply.

Thank you for your kindness.” The man answered. He raised his hand, palm up, and rode away.

This explains a lot.” Balian said simply. It was not a joke, though Nassir smiled softly.

Almaric walked up and stood aside Balian. “I don't mean to tempt providence but, what has happened?”

More to the point, what happens now?” Balian asked of Nassir. The man did not verbally respond. He gazed at Balian with intense, almost piercing eyes. “...I guess we wait and find out.” Balian suggested.

Saladin and King Baldwin of Jerusalem met in the middle of the field. They stood on their horses, not too far away at Balian's left. When the parley broke, Saladin rode his horse to greet Nassir.

The sultan dismounted quickly and walked straight up to his subordinate. Nassir placed his hand across his chest, with his fingers close to his shoulder and made a bow.

One would expect greater losses from a battle such as this.” Saladin said in Arabic.

I owe my freedom if not my life to this man.” Nassir replied. “I have for some time. Once I realized the commander I was fighting here, was the man who'd set me free...” He paused his words a moment, twisted his wrist and pointed to the cut on his cheek. “I do not see how I could have done otherwise.”

Who is this man?” Saladin inquired, clearly interested.

Balian of Ibelin, the son of Godfrey, and his heir.”

Saladin bowed his head a moment, sorrow for Godfrey's passing. “I did not know he had a son.”

When I had Mummad al-Fais challenge who I thought was nothing but a lost traveler, the fight was less than fair until the stranger declared himself a lord. Mummad al-Fais lost his life in the skirmish. I was asked to take the lord to Jerusalem, once there, HE,” Nassir indicated Balian with his hand and with his eyes. “asked me to go my own way in peace. I can only assume Godfrey has passed his sense of justice and honor on to his children. And I must do the same.”

There was enough power in the last few words that, though he could not understand them, Balian lifted his head and stared with wonder at Nassir. 'I better ask him about that later...If I get the chance.”

There will be no battle today. And I hope not in our lifetime. Will you let me take the others back?”

If you refer to Nassir's soldiers, I will not keep them from you. I only hope God himself will make some great good come from this day. Beyond not leading us into pointless war.”

Saladin glanced at his friend before looking at Balian. “That is a thought we all share. Peace be upon you.” The Saracen king spoke a phrase in Arabic, remounted his horse and rode away.

Balian stared at Nassir, who stood motionless beside him. “Should you not follow him?”

Nassir stared at him with wide eyes. “If I have any sense of faith and honor, no!” Balian's jaw dropped. “You must see I offered a truce because I owed you my freedom. The hope and expectation I have is not just from that mercy. It is the work and will of our kings and leaders that the peace we have maintained these six years remains, and that is because of you. It is the same sense of justice and honor you showed when we first met. If you'll have me, I'll not leave your side.”

Balian seemed torn between embarrassment and elation. “What is the Arabic word for 'friend'?” He asked plainly. Nassir didn't seem to understand the question. “I do want you by my side. But only if you are truly by my side, not walking behind me. Do you understand?” Nassir dropped his head and raised it again. “I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's just...Back home I was always told 'God moves in mysterious ways'. It seemed like just another way to tell us we had no idea what God was like or what he would have us do. I think I understand better now. He brought us together that day. No matter how it came about, He wanted us to meet, so something could change. You asked for a reprieve by that word instead of 'grace' or 'mercy'. I never had the chance to tell you what I sought here in the Holy Land. I won't search so hard after today but...if there is anything more...If our ideas of God and of other people our anything alike...”

Nassir cupped his hand over his own mouth. And when he'd pulled it back he was smiling broadly. “I would be a fool to think our meeting again and as equals was anything but the will of Allah. I never knew others were taught this. Our word for friend is 'Sajiq'. Since you seem to prefer it, I'll try to be more a friend than a servant. I would prefer it also. I would be happy if I could follow you, no matter what that meant.” He caught his breath and looked around, almost nervously. “I realize how absurd that must have sounded. But I've searched for a new way to live all of my life; I didn't care the hardship or strangeness. And I would be hard-pressed to find a MORE different life.”


Another Side to Emrys

 In an Alternate Universe where Morganna is on the throne, Uther is in hiding under Merlin's care and Arthur is a prisoner. Merlin is sharing what he knew and what he had learned in the year leading up to Morganna taking the throne at the end of season 3 of Merlin. Basically in this history...they never retook Camelot from the army of the dead Morganna and Morgouse had summoned.


Excerpt First:


To tell the truth sire, I honestly think Morgouse makes sense by comparison!”

Merlin, why are you squirming in your own body as if you were afraid I'd attack you for telling the truth? I should be thanking you for being so completely open with me. I do notice I seem to scare you. It makes sense and was the most natural thing in the world when I wore a crown and asked you to keep an eye out for witches and wizards. Given what you told me keeping silence could not have settled well with your honest heart, keeping quiet from me to say nothing of how close you are to my son. He would have hated you for for thinking this. Morganna is queen now and I do not wear a crown. I cannot command you to speak much less have you thrown in a dungeon for speaking. As I recall I did once ...actually throw you in jail. So, why do you still seem so scared of me?”

Several silent moments passed.

The third reason I come as often as I do...” Merlin fussed with the tail of his shirt. “Sire if I continue, if I keep saying these things, in a few minutes I will be begging you for leniency.”

Uther looked confused and stunned. After a moment he chuckled shakily. “Either you have a very awkward sense of humor or a very loose grip on reality.”


The True King's Truest Friend

Merlin stepped into the road, his hands apart, palms open. “You promise you will leave him in peace, alive and free? I have your word on that?” His voice was flat but sincere, a feat only he could have pulled off.

I give you my word, if you come with me now, he will leave free.”

...Then leave him alone, and keep me.”

Quick as lightning Morganna shoved Gwaine aside and wrapped cords around Merlin's wrists and mouth. As the Queen dragged Merlin away Gwaine's head lifted, as though looking around for the source of a sound. Merlin must have sent him a message in his mind. Gwaine was the closest friend he had, save perhaps Arthur himself, and had always considered Merlin his only friend. So whatever Merlin wanted to say, if anyone was going to hear a silent message it would have been that amazing knight of Camelot. Gwaine kept himself still until Morganna and her people were out of sight. When he stood up again he had a very confused look on his face. “Where do I even begin to look?”

Is someone there?” a voice croaked.

I guess so.” A young man whispered. “Are you who I'm here for? Have I found Arthur's father?”

Yes, that much I can claim. Please come out of the shadows.”

Gwaine followed the man's instructions and stepped into the room. He quickly sheathed his sword and bowed his head to Uther, who did not respond except to raise an eyebrow. “I realize I am probably the last person you want to see.” Gwaine said plainly. “Merlin told me to find you. And I think he asked me to care for you. What can I do to help?”

You can stand up straight and look me in the face.” Uther said briskly. “You owe me no special honor, no one does. And as for the other part...Whatever disagreements we had before are certainly irrelevant by now, would you agree?”

Yes I suppose so. It will be difficult to unlearn something I've lived with all my life however. And I don't mean knowledge of what nobles expect. With the exception of your son, I have always hated and distrusted nobles, royalty even more so. I will be better than that in time...but it will take time.”

By the graciousness of your words and peace in your eyes I'd think you were born a nobleman.”

I was sire. But I rejected that life long ago. I learned from my father's life that titles don't mean anything. And never found a nobleman who deserved that title until Merlin insisted...” His voice caught. “When I first met them, when I was carried into Camelot over a year ago, Merlin would not stop insisting that Arthur was different, that he was indeed a noble-man and worth dying for. At first I thought he was only saying that to make the best out of a bad situation...or that he was just easily swayed. Then I saw it for myself: Arthur is different. Eventually I decided that if Merlin thought he was worth dying for...”

What has happened to him?” Uther said suddenly. “You would not have this pained a look every time you mention his name if something wasn't sad about that story. What has happened to him?!”

...He gave himself up...to save a friend.”

...And for a chance to make things right with a friend.” Uther said with a queer smile. Gwaine looked at Uther as thought he thought the man was talking nonsense...or had finally had too much to drink.

Forgive me sire but, what do you mean by that?”

Arthur is Morganna's prisoner. The last thing Merlin and I talked about was how much he regretted, I would almost say hated himself for not going back for Arthur. If only for a final chance to see him. I told him he'd never make it all the way to the dungeons without being caught.”

So he had them bring him to the dungeons, knowing he could sneak around from there! That actually makes me feel better.”

Merlin is...far wiser than most people know.”

I am...honestly not sure what to say to that.”

Gwaine...how well do you know Merlin?”

I know he's the only friend I had in the world. I know he is tireless and endlessly patient. I know his heart carries a secret weight and if he doesn't want to share it with me I'm in no place and not of the inclination to press him on it.”

Very wise. I should tell you he shared that secret with me. The night before he left he told me he needed to share something with me. That there was something about him I needed to know or at least he needed someone in this kingdom to know. Then he went off to right one last wrong and speak openly with Arthur, come what may. Now I think I should tell you. You should probably sit down, it will be easier for you to hear what I have to say.”

Sire, how can you be sure he would want this?”

Well for one, he spoke of you as his closest friend in Camelot and of all the knights you are the man who thinks most like him and stands by him through everything. From the way he talks about you, you are the only friend he has to whom he would share so much of himself, and would trust you with it. Also, he did give himself up to save a friend. I think getting inside the castle was an ancillary benefit to saving you from Morganna's clutches.” Gwaine smiled shyly. “To be perfectly forthright Gwaine, I think you're the only person in the kingdom, other than my son for whom Merlin would gladly give his life. Now sit down and listen I have, an amazing story to tell you.”

This is the Story Uther tells:


Why would you do this for me?” the former King Uther Pendragon asked of the young man who had sheltered him for nine weeks without complaint.

Forgive me sire, I do not understand.” Merlin asked the man.

I cannot command you. I would not ask this of you if I could. Why are you being so kind?”

'There are many good reasons why I should sire. Arthur is one good reason. I do what I can to help him. I would follow him to my death if I could, he asked me to care for you and I don't really have any reason not to...” The young man bowed his head. “You did as me to speak without restraint or overly-tempered words.”

Indeed, and I'm glad to see you finally followed that instructions...and that is what it was.”

I don't...You mean it wasn't an order from a king, just an instruction from an elder?” Uther nodded vigorously. “Yeah, it really does make sense. Arthur liked that about me anyway.”

You speak of him as if relaying a story that has come to its end.”

I don't mean to sire. He's still alive. I'm just not with him in the same way I was, back when we were traveling together and I seldom left his side. Even back then, he always liked that I didn't use false compliments or courtly manners.” The young servant's eyes grew distant, remembering the good old days, knowing they would never come again. Uther decided to leave the man in peace with his thoughts. A few minutes later Merlin shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled faintly at Uther.

Seriously the last order Arthur ever gave me was to do what I could for you. I won't deny I think Arthur would make a better and more worthy king than you were. He would outshine you in forbearance as justice every bit as much as you overshadow and tower over, in those principles, the woman who has the throne now. How Morganna has managed to justify the things she's doing. It makes me sick. Also...and I hope you'll forgive this...”

It puts my reign in perspective.” Uther finished for the lad. Merlin's head shot up to the roof. Staring the former king in the face, he waited for some explanation to come forth. “I don't actually disagree with you Merlin! I don't understand what happened to her, but Morganna is as consumed with selfishness as she is with the lust for power. And Arthur is ready to be a king and his reign will...he would be a better king than I ever was. I have no reluctance about admitting that! Stop tip-toeing around the basic truths you and I have come to see so clearly.” In response to this admission Merlin put his head down and looked at his own feet. “What is it Merlin?”

It's time I told you as much of the truth as I ever learned...as much of it as you wish to know. What you think of me after this...it will be a revelation before the evening is done, I can assure you of that...is entirely your affair. But I want you to see the complete picture...and know exactly how long ago I figured most of these secrets out.”

Starting with the secret of Arthur's birth.” Uther prompted.

And that Morganna was your natural daughter.” Merlin replied instantly.

...You have my attention.” Uther breathed.

Merlin pulled a small bottle of wine out of his satchel and poured the drink into two small cups that would fit on tea plates. “Raspberry wine. I think we both will need it before too long.” After handing the king a mug he sat on the floor and motioned Uther to sit back against the wall. “Morgouse was a liar and an enchantress. But her deception was made all the more powerful because there was a streak of truth to it. Arthur could not have forgiven himself if he'd...done what he was about to do, so I pulled him back from it. But I have known since that day why Arthur has no memories of his mother.”

Uther actually smiled at that. “Your perception and insight have ever been as sharp as an eagles or lioness. I have always said so.”

Merlin's eyes flashed briefly and Uther pushed his lips closed, sensing this was a difficult thing for Merlin to say and he needed his concentration...and the courtesy of not being interrupted in his story. “Morganna's birthday celebration was the next...revelation. When her head was cracked I...I heard what you told her when you sat with her. Strange thing is...I think she might have heard it too. Either that or she found out pretty soon after. He face was a mask but not just a closed door, there were dark things behind her eyes after that. I'm sorry, I really have no other way to describe it. She was one of the first people I met in Camelot who talked to me without barking orders, including...actually especially Gaius and Arthur. She didn't' mean well to any of us anymore. I didn't know what to make of it, or what to do about it...so I did nothing at all.”

I don't even think this was intentionally Morgouse's doing.”

“ –WHAT?!!
“Morgouse wanted to right the wrongs done to her kind under your rule. Morganna wanted to make you pay for lying to her and take her 'rightful place' on the throne. Morgouse showed her that she wasn't a monster, and she came to see you as one. Morgouse would rather you be forgotten or dead. But that would be the end of it. From her perspective she's interested in justice not vengeance. Making you suffer before you die was never her goal. And she...she has a head on her shoulders compared to Morganna that...I can't believe I'm actually saying this..."

"That surpasses the same comparison for Arthur and myself." Uther finished for him. 

"To tell the truth sire, I honestly think Morgouse makes sense by comparison!”

Merlin, why are you squirming in your own body as if you were afraid I'd attack you for telling the truth? I should be thanking you for being so completely open with me. I do notice I seem to scare you. It makes sense and was the most natural thing in the world when I wore a crown and asked you to keep an eye out for witches and wizards. Given what you told me keeping silence could not have settled well with your honest heart, keeping quiet from me to say nothing of how close you are to my son. He would have hated you for for thinking this. Morganna is queen now and I do not wear a crown. I cannot command you to speak much less have you thrown in a dungeon for speaking. As I recall I did once before. I had you thrown in jail for something or other. So, why do you still seem so scared of me?” Several silent moments passed.

The third reason I come as often as I do...” Merlin fussed with the tail of his shirt. “Sire if I continue, if I keep saying these things, in a few minutes I will be begging you for leniency.”

Uther looked confused and stunned. After a moment he chuckled shakily. “Either you have a very awkward sense of humor or a very loose grip on reality.”

Gwaine and Arthur know without a shadow of doubt that I would jump down a dragon's throat to save them, if I didn't trip over my own feet first. You were the first person in Camelot to know how far I would go to keep him safe, to defend Arthur from his enemies. But they don't know how much I could do trying to defend them. This should give you an idea.” He picked up the plate upon which he had served the king his supper, holding it eye-level on his left hand, and raised his right hand high above the plate. He said a spell in his mind and the exact meal Uther had just finished reappeared. The same except for a few extra pieces of fruit and darker red jam for the bread. He turned to face the fire pit at his left. The flames were almost down to embers. “Enthal.” he whispered. Suddenly the flame grew brighter and stronger. The next moment he pulled himself to his knees in front of Uther and bowed his head.

What do you mean by this?” Uther asked with a kind of stern kindness.

When Merlin raised his head his face was whiter than normal.

What do you think you need my pardon for? Do you think it is worse being a sorcerer or keeping quiet about Morganna's true intentions?”

To be honest, neither.” Merlin answered after a moment. “Morganna was too precious to others, and wore her mask of happiness so convincingly nothing could have come from trying to tell people the truth. Not to mention it would have gotten me beheaded or exiled. If I hadn't overheard her talking with Morgouse one night I wouldn't have believed it. And I will Ne-ver regret being what I am. What I'm asking you to forgive is my plain cowardice...that I didn't do more to fight Morganna when she seized the throne. For leaving Arthur languishing in that cell when I could so easily break him out and guide him here to be with you..”

..It wouldn't be easy and I think you know that.” Uther interrupted him. “Unless you can turn yourself invisible you'd never get to the cells. Without revealing your powers to him, you could never tell him how you rescued him at all.”

But...isn't that cowardice?”

No matter how powerful, one man cannot move the earth. Are you sincerely asking that?! Preserving your friendship with my son and choosing instead to follow what is by your own words the last order he ever gave you, and look after me? I know how you must hate me. I know now why I scare you so badly: You were helping me with your magic every day but hiding in the corner, hiding your power so I'd accept your help. Merlin you are probably the bravest man I know!”

...I don't hate you sire.” Merlin fumbled his words. “You scare me, or at least intimidate me, sure. But I couldn't hate you if I tried, not for doing what you honestly believe is best for your people...after knowing what trusting magic cost you. To be blunt I must ask you to please, NOT presume to know my mind if that's the kind of thing you think is in my heart.”
“I...I don't know what to say.” Uther Pendragon stammered, starring at the man who had stayed with him in hiding, for eleven weeks, the entire time caring for him as a doctor cares for his patient, or a father for his son. This wasn't the main thought in his head however. His first thought was 'am I finally seeing things that aren't there...or am I finally seeing things clearly?”

"Was I always wrong about you or are you as selfless as you seem?"

And THAT is the reaction I'd expected you to have about this.” Merlin stated flatly. “Not all people with magic want destruction and death. My powers don't corrupt me. Morganna's magic unto itself didn't corrupt her. I learned from Gaius the purpose of my skills and that magic should only be used for great deeds. All Morganna ever heard was that magic was evil and 'those who practice magic should never be trusted'. Is it any wonder when someone taught her to accept herself she turned her back on the people who so shunned people like us...because believe me if she learned I had magic she'd be asking me that: Why I don't stand with her, why I won't stand up for 'people like us'. I'm not like her just because I have magic, any more than I'm like Morgouse, Nimweh or the old druid for that matter. My mother made me who I am, my loyalty to Arthur gave me purpose and Gaius wisdom and encouragement kept me on a noble path. Had things been different I would have been honored to call Arthur my friend. As it stands I do what I can to keep him safe. If I'd been able to look HIM in the eye without fearing what he'd do if he found out that magic lives in my veins. Well, it does, literally. And that changes nothing about me...except in the eyes of people like you.” Having been staring Merlin in the face the entire time, Uther of course noticed Merlin's mouth did not move as he spoke these last few words. Those words were his thoughts, which he had sent to the kings mind, unable to keep the anger out of his voice any longer. A moment later he realized the truth: Merlin was showing him the extent of his powers and proving he would never use them to cause pain, not even to a man he had every right to call his enemy.

Merlin drew himself to his knees before his liege. Who stood their stunned and confused. “Why are you doing this?” He asked the young man. 'Asking forgiveness for cowardice as if you've been anything but noble and brave. Merlin if anything I should be thanking you. You have used you powers for nothing except keeping us fed and warm, and kept your powers hidden from me so I would accept you help. That is hardly a cowards move. The last thing Arthur asked of you was to care for me and you have, proving if nothing else you are as loyal to him as I first believed. I'll never understand you, but I am indebted to you. Now get. up. And answer your promise.”

As he saw Merlin walk away from him for what might be the final time, determined and calm, Uther felt a deep sense of admiration for the man. But he knew it went deeper than that. At one point Arthur would have had him banished, imprisoned or executed for the revelation Merlin was about to give, and that didn't seem to matter to the man, as much as telling Arthur the truth and sparing him further suffering under Morganna's watchful eye. Uther was overcome with a sensation he had rarely experienced and bowed his head in genuine shame.


Lancelot is alive. Uther doesn't realize it but  Merlin does not speak of sharing this part his identity with Lancelot... because Lancelot already knows! 

A God Given Friendship

  Imad From the First Day


He says that, is his horse!”

Why would it be his horse?”

Because it is on his land.” The young stranger said simply. Whoever the older knight was, he was obviously well off, and did not bother himself talking to strangers or Frenchmen.

I took this horse from the sea.” Balian said. It was the only reply he could think of. This was translated and the lord shouted something back in Arabic.

He says you are a 'great liar'. And he will fight you not for the horse, but because you are a liar.” Balian shook his head. “Or can you not?”

I can fight. I have no desire to...I do not see a reason.” This the other man apparently understood for he answered without waiting for a translation. The younger man smiled slightly at whatever had been said.

He says give him the horse, or fight for it. That is how it shall be.”

Balian took his father's sword out of its scabbard and held it above his head in a defensive pose. “No.” He said simply. The knight charged him unceremoniously. Balian deflected two strokes and moved out of the way of the third. “Fight me fairly!” Balian called out.

Li-mada.” the knight said curtly.

Why, why should he? He is a knight.”

And I am the baron of Ibelin.” Balian said defiantly.

“ yadaei 'anah sayid 'iiblin'.”

At this the solider began to dismount. arrĂȘt'.” The younger man said suddenly, holding his left hand up sharply. The knight stopped short. Are you indeed?” The second man said uncertainly. “As his heir or his replacement?”

If you mean did I take the title from Godfrey, the answer is no. I am his son. I inherited the rank. I will never know if I can...I can only do my best to be as good as him.''

''Very true. A moment please.'' The two natives talked breifly in their own language. And the knight dismounted and raised his sword. Striking the 'guard of the hawk' posture his father had taught him, Balian prepared himself to fight. It was over quite quickly. The servant tried to call off the fight, almost crying out for his master to yield. It came to nothing. Balian's sword sliced through the other man's neck. The other mans horse reared throwing him off. A moment later the sarcean servant was flat on his back in the sand. Balian stood over him with his sword drawn. The man didn't seem to notice, preoccupied with his masters fallen form.

You miss him, don't you?” Balian said to the Saracen flat on his back before him.

It is only natural to regret his passing.” The man answered. “And I feel somehow responsible for it.”

From what I saw, you did everything you could to save him. Get up.” Balian said, stepping aside to give the stranger room to do so. The young man sat up and then stood slowly. Handing him his masters sword, Balian continued his thought. “If you love him enough to fight for him, and if it will ease your mind.” He said simply. He didn't know what to add that wouldn't sound either demeaning or ignorant so he said nothing else.

You offer me a chance to redeem myself?” The other man said mystified.

To surrender and satisfaction, not to the death. Somehow, I think it is what my father would have done.” Balian said as he once again raised his sword above his head.

...That I doubt not.” Taking his masters sword, with a grateful nod to Balian for the courtesy, Imad al-din raised his weapon in a defensive pose. The battle was wordless and fierce. The speed and surety with which the Saracen servant moves would have impressed any military commander. Finally, twisting his wrist in a peculiar fashion he brought his scimitar under Balian's left arm, a few inches from his chest. With a move of his free hand he motioned Balian to drop his sword. Balian did so instantly. “Do you yield?”

Balian extended his hands away from his body to either side, palms flat and open, the only way he knew to say 'you will get no trouble from me'.

The man sheathed his sword and looked Balian in the face. “Where were you headed?”

Jerusalem.”

Mount your horse and follow me.” the stranger said easily.

Please wha...what is your name?”

The man nodded slowly. “Of course, that should have come first. My name is Imad.”

My name is Balian.”

They each mounted their own horses and rode off to the East. When they were almost within the walls of the Holy City Imad stopped short. Balian instantly did the same. “We should go on foot from here.” Imad stated plainly. Balian simply nodded and dismounted. As he studied the man's face, Balian became aware of the thought that this stranger was either a personal servant to a great lord, or one of the most gracious and decent men he'd ever known. He carried himself with reserve and restraint, but beneath the service and courtesy there was a deep reservoir of both strength and intelligence. He hoped he wasn't imagining things.

I am certain you have questions. Let them wait until we are inside the city, and indoors.”

As you please.” Balian said easily.

They walked their steeds into the city gates and slowly made their way through the markets. “I keep a room near here. We shall be able to talk privately and freely. Follow me.” Silently and calmly Imad led Balian through the smaller, more deserted streets of the city, far from the thronging crowds and under the awnings of what might well have been a church. A moment later Balian realized that's exactly where they were: in the shadow of a Muslim house of worship. They entered what Balian took to be a hostel and were quickly welcomed. They walked into a room decorated with carpets and quilts, but otherwise sparsely furnished, Imad turned and faced him squarely. “I do not claim you.” The Saracen said briefly. “You are not my slave, that is not what I meant by 'satisfaction'. I would never ask that. Please do not bow to me. I would ask that you stay by my side but that is all I will ask of you, to be...I am not sure the word for it. Someone near by to help and to listen.”

An attendant, or as we would say l' auxiliaire.” Balian said helpfully. “May I ask why?”

I want you at my side, I cannot deny this. It feels, right. And almost like an answered prayer. Am I making any sense? Eh...Do you understand??”

I am beginning to. I have a lot of questions for you. Some, I am sure will sound ridiculous.”

And I will be happy to answer them. However, there are some things...”

If I overstep, or don't know what I'm asking, just tell me and I will relent, with apologies. I will never mean offense. It's just lack of experience. This entire world is so new to me. My father's world was so new to me...” He seemed to realize he was rambling. “I was not raised as Godfrey's son. To be a lord in Jerusalem or even a person of any rank would have been a hard life for me to learn. What I wanted was another way to live in the world, a life to live other than the one I knew.”

Then I believe you and I will get along splendidly. Ironically, I was seeking the same thing.”

You must have been very close to...what was his name again?”

Mummad al Fais. All in his house are well spoken.” Imad said, as if he had read Balian's thoughts on the subject. “And yes I knew him well. But I do not regret his passing. It was the end of his time. Allah has brought him into His marvelous light and I will cherish his life as he lived it. To speak plainly, I truly believe ALL is as God wills it. Including what happened in the desert and what came from it. Is it really so difficult to believe? You said you were looking for a new way to live, so was I. This is a very strange way to start a new life...But God brought us together to bring us this new beginning. What comes from it, what happens from this moment on is still our choice. ”

We should probably let my father's people know I am all-right.” Balian said suddenly.

...Yes. They would most certainly be awaiting word. I will send a letter tonight and we will seek them tomorrow. Balian, answer me honestly...do you regret...”

I was not raised as a nobleman. I would have been to say the least unequal the task of living up to what they expected of me, a life and responsibility that was thrust upon me by the death of a man I barely knew. I knew Godfrey for only a short time before he died. This lodging, this 'lot in life' suits me far better than what I expected was waiting for me.”

A very perspicace view of things. ” Imad said quietly. A moment later his head lowered in what might have been genuine shame. “I have been silly. I cannot keep you from your father's household...I WILL not keep them worried about what might have happened to you. We should find your father's people. And let them know what has happened. I must make sure they believe that this, whatever happens from this time forward is your choice. I will NOT be known as someone who...takes freedom from another.” (Insightful)

You would not keep a slave, even if you could?”

By no means.” Imad said with certainly and calm.

Why does he stand out for you?” Balian asked. “You never answered, why is he different? Or if you prefer, what do you know him as?”

He was a great man. We know him and honor him for his restraint and dignity.”

I hope I can do him some honor.” Balian admitted.

You already have monsieur.”

Then we should get some rest tonight and find the others as soon as can be tomorrow. At least then they will be able to move on. And I can...Oh no.” Balian interrupted himself. “No one else knows how Godfrey died. THAT much I need to tell them. Then we move on.”

...I believe you and I will get along splendidly, Balian.” Imad said with a clear smile.


The battle was fierce. Whoever the stranger was, he had been well-trained. The speed and surety with which he moved would have impressed any military commander. He said nothing and made no sign what he thought of his opponent, focused completely on what was in front of him. Until finally, twisting his wrist in a particular fashion he wrested Balian's sword out of his hand. “Do you yield?” The man stated in formal French. Balian bowed deeply, his arms spread wide apart and his hands open. The only way he knew to say 'you will get no trouble from me'.

Where were you going?”

I was seeking Jerusalem.”

Then we shall go there.” The man said simply.

Wait please...what is your name?” Balian said before he could stop himself.

"Of course, that should have come first. My name is Imad."


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