Just a quick note from your friendly neighborhood fantasy serf Merlin recapper: I know I’m supposed to bring the tender snark to this campy delight of a show, but this week’s episode slayed me. Colin Morgan, man. In the penultimate scene, when his breath hitched between the first and second spell, before he set his lady of the lake aflame: I came unglued and sobbed my eyes out for about, oh, fifteen minutes.
I mock because I care, not because I didn’t thoroughly enjoy this episode.
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