Silence filled the air, solemn silence.

It made a change from the normally dramatic atmosphere and accompanying jeers.

Nothing moved.

No one spoke.

It seemed that even Mother Nature, untameable and wild as the sea, was paying her last respects.

People sobbed silently, clutching at each other like lifelines.

Gwen wept, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Arthur stood beside his father and Morgana, his face stoic and neutral.

Beside him, a pale Morgana was standing stiffly, a single tear escaping before its fellows were restrained.

Gaius wasn't even there.

And in the middle of the courtyard, the sorcerer Merlin burned.