Diaphanous (смешанная)

Arthur tried to speak up, to offer some kind of reassurance, because Lancelot was a fool if he thought a healer's apprentice could do anything for a wound like this. He would be dead before the sun set, and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. Anything they attempted would be a hiding to nothing. At best, it would only prolong the inevitable. He wanted to tell them – his knights and especially Merlin – that it was all right. He understood. Yet he could not find the breath to form words. Even his sight was going. His eyes made a liar of him, because he could swear he just saw Merlin's gaze glow gold.