Calling the Middle Man (смешанная)

Arthur tried to find words to express his utter, complete, absolute disbelief of the situation, but nothing seemed to come out. Finally, Merlin took over.
"So let me get this straight," he said slowly "A goddess came from the sky...Told you that you had a destiny to, um, help this Emrys-"
"Actually," Lancelot cleared his throat "She requested I serve as an ambassador between Emrys and Arthur."
Merlin stared. 
"Right..." He frowned "So, uh, she told you to do that and...Gave you a chicken to close the veil between worlds?" 
Percival looked at the pile of feathers with a grimace as he nudged them away with the toe of his boots. 
"Yeah, that about covers it." Lancelot said and shrugged "My lord, does this mean you’re going to kill me?" He asked, turning to Arthur. "Because I’m pretty sure this this crystal ball has magic in it." 
Arthur wished he would have thrown himself in that damned veil when he had the chance.
Or 
Instead of sacrificing himself to the veil, a goddess of the Old Religion decides to use Lancelot for the greater good of the prophecy. Lancelot...Decides to take a different route.