Merlin
ock, where Da
ough many a d
meditate on
ine, Gawaine
, gazing dow
risen and we
re, Gawaine,"
ll the tumult
all the noise
oming death, a
on, of what's m
say to you ag
is late hour i
ge yourself and
King may love
older, and mor
her, for such
turns him to
ongue more gra
n mine. For suc
ave a glamour t
l have a glamo
nd he shot deat
King, as Arth
had carried o
ore or so of yo
my two brothe
unarmed-God
h skewers could
might now be r
en were crowded,-
nothing for th
ing where they
ve slain Gare
l those other f
or the world
od that writes
aheris, Tor
all the other
ave made me t
and now Lamo
ng those two na
made an end
ncelot now ha
o king on a
two as Tor
lled my father,
not I. I'll
while I've a t
to the King:
he give you b
m-drown him-
of him.' He kil
e my friend. N
d my brothers! T
g man, Gawaine,
es are. You may c
but you cannot
o now is to sa
o, and like e
t King Arthu
e is a king th
kingdom any
enemy? Would
with it, for
reason? Gawai
her day may
f you have n
ow than hate
orld as larg
because one
en they look on
gry blood? Poor f
e,-are you so g
eave it and
ces and there
this pernici
his insane f
ke-with you t
mad as he a
into one man
the kingdom
o go down in s
sick ruin, a
and a woman
r the world he
in to Dagon
s empty, and
nd be ruler
till supp
Dago
made reply
ith a famishe
ilt a smile: "
, should be m
have no more w
own and medit
l his anger, la
ol's lean shoulder
rthur when he
t said on t
e would make a
tell you what I
ncelot and yo
himself the v
in the other
re like you an
e rational
more war. But
the Queen, an
ing, being bit
te that work i
dness; Gawaine
in tune, mak
everything, y
ned illegiti
rown, and with
eauty of the
wo for his amb
he makes war o
in the middl
d world that elbo
, buried in
ve had an
he founded Ar
eliande he
drums, and viols
tell me there'
a disease wit
ad as that,"
e ourselves, may
y have gauged
st he may have
t many are
uild may stay;
will have an
elot, and a
onet, f
ll, Sir
ght: Gawaine, yo
fingers-an u
l persuasion
ate. I'm glad yo
might be rick
l as Bedive
nd be king. God
ed and frowned an
lowly down w
where Arthur
rd for the me
, where Lancel
ost, and there
s now no jo
ooding, with hi
s bony fingers
o your way, an
th you. What'
u can hide a
ancelot, and h
nce or twice
ueen sends him
been a king, and
rn so. So shou
been born so
t, or Dagon
l-King; 'twere
on that and pr
all I am, ex
ad for love,
orn a king a
nk I'd rath
is less than o
ield of wavin
e's indifferent
mad. The see
given a few gou
, they sprout
aping growth
harvesting of
ay fall on hi
till alive
e's alive a
of this, and th
aine, Modred,
ying underne
s too heavy for
all dishonore
me to be tha
e that Merlin
re the best. Yo
rlin sees: y
hen, such harve
Arthur; I ca
Merlin? Or do
me, so foreig
ld be a strange
, with terro
saw before hi
th an inch of
es more eloq
all the fade
ever been, al
mystic and i
es where men
On their wa
edivere had p
ntion for the
nd what it hid
and he saw th
ely drawn from
, and by your
lonely relic
hat was mine a
succession;
any doctors, th
uliar poiso
nd I have lat
this commoti
at it means. I
ongues had les
r shoulders a
you may pray
nd, Sir
ol, you
and gazed on
pray again f
ll for this t
ng faggot of
given to me t
omes to Dagon
ndeed t
in th
innings, Dag
know today.
insubstant
his knights the
ife that was t
d the slow
e. Or do I
replied; "ther
, in the Si
on whom it fe
ght wherein me
er as they m
amed. There wa
of all forlor
irst, and cri
er him that
e for it,-though
back as livi
old iniqui
ame back, and B
d seen more tha
back. They to
ch to make of
ssity, and
alive. They al
meaning or t
omething. And
the Queen be
back from seei
passion hold hi
in the world
, though Arthur
hate for Lance
one of Merlin'
d. Were you to
t has overthro
m and his uph
have a
to see t
like a man wh
an importuna
, you cannot
tongue is eage
ore than I m
. All this t
man how vain i
self, if it we
with Arthur
dered man who
his days a g
l will, stra
l illusions
ll itself and
ordance wit
odred, Lancel
houghts of th
other way to
em on to thei
time-infur
empire, light
o, together
und, is yet to
rept across t
he fool: "If
burial in
our eternal
eams of what the
I may say t
a fool, and
t I've been a
lled enough. Y
the light tha
to illumina
on that. The
have been, to
of no shape a
augh, and I c
e them killi
man with cor
an with horns.
nd Lancelot,
pleasing sinne
read for thousa
King willed,
g, the fire mi
nal will say
ll assemble
ay is mine a
is accurst u
et place where
ay have more r
kingdom-builder
asy graves a
the children
re of kings, ev
who is mad, a
save Merlin,
ad, but old. M
vered as he sp
he sunset w
rough a cracked
ky that held
was a town o
d shaken, in
ut of it there sp
loose jewels, town
nothing but
n of black an
final rain
essed his eyes:
is before-all
that-like Vivia
hen her eyes l
of gold. A flu
was black
her
the wan fac
his turn. "The
nd the light th
ve us all, as th
ivering wits,
on be dark. Wi
e the King, o
tomorrow to t
ad, and I'm a
nal will; th
and I'll have
with me to s
you cannot l
sadly. "You a
y, we fear no
ve the love th
ear of me,
ow. But Fate
he may sting
est our faith
w I am comi
days are com
like a fly?
y that you s
nothing; nor
more vision
wish for you
ntrance here th
sad insect st
ting, the more
never overf
o, I doubt if
ould have made
you cannot
f you could. Yo
the world and yo
man, Dagonet;
have seen. Yo
ou are not a
ast regret.
een, or what
ore to me th
ing is mad, a
lder. In B
ok me as I
a fond overp
the lady Vi
wrinkles and
joints oppre
dissolution.
old and cruel;
warm and kind
a world whe
ves. She saw b
nd she wait
a day when c
down all over
e. I was far
on; and I am
see no more
her and Arthur
d to pray tha
hose unquiet h
ot, and what
n a world that
ow, nor carin
how grievousl
in her golden
res, not knowing
at she knows.
er shall have
nd her laugh s
only to co
rns. She knows
s, for now th
shall be. Time
t, for what
so young that
all a part o
King Arthur.
should see th
een him, migh
e once more. B
lady Vivian.
may, no other
index of h
n who may co
. I see her, s
untain. I sha
oing back; a
edless ounce o
y with us. I
vian will r
w him when his
st him now. Time
as it was; fo
celiande an
way into th
rimson cloud o
eyes. Above
clouds and ult
ind was comi
Merlin's feet
ing lights f
vered streets. A
houlder Merli
knowing that a
last of Arthur
se dark patien
ious half of
ueen herself ma
ed.-"The Queen
ly fear tonight
ot for long."-"
othing. But
any woman th
e the scourge
coming, as
but he would
y king, queen, k
s a stranger
t him because
ruth, I cannot
and was angr
his will and
in s
for the mom
rd as one of A
l go on with
way, and say
you found or
follow, for a
of my loya
wrought for thos
see not wha
ee tonight, w
their childr
once have been
Camelot to s
the King,-but
t was to be
was an Arth
e a mirror
ves, and pause.
see and they
was neither
; and this wou
o be an end.
other man h
e dark that la
that are to li
he silent ha
living iron tha
al power. Dou
and a self-a
ent love, posse
was more than
lin's fool, no
will, I say th
g of Nowhere;
ng and me for c
gh for but a
ern that wil
orrow I shal
or you. And w
t, the King i
swered, hearin
grave humo
ty, "I shall
ight have been
d him; and th
and was lifte
othing, found
e gloom togethe
s like a fl
e two of the
, and bit them
ve them was
eer nor fool sh
city. Colder
rld, and on i
d the burden
s darkness o
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