Since Bedivere had fled from the Arena, she had been searching for Arthur, with Lamorak, her suitor, following her. They went to another town to get some clues, still, they got nothing.
Bedivere: Didn’t you tell me that you can locate Arthur?
Lamorak: I thought I could get us a lead with the fact that I was once recognized by Mordred but it just didn’t work.
Bedivere: It seems like Mordred didn’t let his subordinate know a thing either. Even so, we can still feel that out. There’s gonna be something as long as we follow the imperial army. Just help me check on them.
Lamorak: That’s easy.
In the middle of the night, Bedivere had a hard time sleeping so she went to practice her sword art on the lawn instead which recalled her memories with Arthur...
In a wooden house of a remote village, a blonde girl flung the door open
Bedivere: Arthur, you’re back early. What’s wrong?
Arthur: Humph! They’re all afraid of me and refuse to play with me. I’m never playing with those kids in the village again!
Bedivere: Did you threaten others that you would beat them up at the least provocation again?
Arthur: I was just roughhousing with them, just like the way you train me.
Bedivere: No, Arthur. Not everybody enjoys knight training. Besides, what have I taught you?
Arthur: ...Power is meant to serve and protect others.
Bedivere: Power isn’t for you to yell or beat others for no reason. Understood?
Arthur: What does “protect” mean?
Bedivere: It’s like… whenever Arthur is in danger, I’ll do whatever it takes to be there for you.
Looking at Bedivere as if she understood what her teacher had said, Arthur abruptly flashed the latter a radiant smile, whereby Bedivere seemed to see King Uther… reminding her of the promise she made to the king.
Suddenly, a yell pulled Bedivere back to reality from memory lane. It was Lamorak, running towards her pantingly.
Lamorak: You’re right. I got some news, A troop of imperial soldiers is heading to the west.
Bedivere’s instinct told her that it must be about Arthur so she and Lamorak set off immediately.
Bedivere and Lamorak followed the trail of the imperial army and found Arthur in the chaotic fight. She managed to save Arthur at the last minute yet the reunion was not as joyful as she had anticipated. Looking at the pale face and shut eyes of Arthur who was seriously injured, Bedivere had worries all written on her face.
Bedivere: There is a cave ahead. Your friends are staying there and sheltered. We will go meet them first.
Bedivere brought Arthur and her friends to the cave and saw the rest of their companions were all there. Yet, there was no time for them to share their happiness after the narrow escape. As soon as they saw Arthur, everyone gathered around her worriedly at once.
Standing guard at the mouth of the cave, Bedivere and Gawain noticed some constant noises in the woods nearby. It seemed like the knights of Mordred were determined to find them even if they needed to search all over the mountain. The crisis was not over yet. So they went back to the cave.
Gawain: How’s Arthur?
Merlin: It’s bad. I’ve stopped the bleeding but she is seriously injured. We need to find a place with full equipment and a professional doctor to give her proper treatment.
Gawain: But it is full of pursuers outside. We’ll have to fight to break away. I’m afraid that her injury may get worse during the fight...
Gawain’s words left everyone floundering with clouds of gloom covering their faces.
Bedivere: “Now the only people who can contend against Mordred’s knights are me, Lamorak, Gawain, and Merlin. But Gawain and Merlin are pretty exhausted because of the fights. I know the current situation is perilous but... ”
As Bedivere looked at the barely breathing Arthur, her heart ached badly so she resolutely drew out her sword.
Bedivere: There’s no time for hesitation. Arthur’s injury can’t wait for a second more. I’ll lead the way——
Guinevere: Wait, I have a way, a way that everyone is gonna be safe.
Everyone turned their eyes to Guinevere in astonishment. Bedivere was beyond astonished. But this delicate girl who looked the weakest among all of them was showing steely determination.
Guinevere: If Merlin disguises me as Arthur and turns me in to Mordred, there should be time for everyone to escort Arthur to a safe place.
Merlin: Do you know what you’re saying? That’s too dangerous! If you disguise as Arthur, Mordred will kill you the minute he catches you!
Guinevere: No, we still have the bait called the Excalibur. Mordred has always wanted to prove he is the right one for the throne. As long as I have the Excalibur with me and tell him that I have the key to the activation of the sacred sword, he will keep me alive.
Gawain: But he won’t take you at your word that easily.
Lamorak: Then I’ll be the one to tell him. I was once a right-hand man of Mordred. He shall have no doubts if I pretend to capture Arthur and exchange her for fortune and fame.
Guinevere: We can’t have Arthur caught at this moment. She still has a sacred duty. I’ve always wanted to help her and now it’s the time.
Guinevere: Besides, I’m the weakest among you all. Even if we are to break through the siege, I’m afraid that I will still end up being caught and killed. Instead, disguising as Arthur and being taken hostage may give me a chance to live.
Gareth: Hmm, that does make sense.
Guinevere: Yeah, and I know you guys will try your best to save me.
Merlin: ...We will save you.
Merlin held Guinevere’s hands tightly while casting an illusion magic on her. After a while Guinevere turned into Arthur completely. Then Lamorak took her and left.
Bedivere turned and looked at the rest of the group again. Despite the reluctance in their heart, they still pulled themselves together, hiding their sorrow. More importantly, there was still hope in their eyes. Seeing that, Bedivere curved up her lips.
Bedivere: “Arthur, you’ve got a bunch of good friends.”