[ Merlin nods, a little miserably, as if resigned to Arthur's displeasure. ]

That's why I came here. To Camelot. I think... my mother knew he'd help me, that... there was something more for me than what Ealdor could give.

[ He hesitates again, takes a few cautious steps forward and sinks into a chair -- eyes down as he fidgets with the trinket still. He looks like a child, almost, awaiting punishment. ]

She said I could move things with my mind long before I could walk or talk.