The wind was gusting hard. Uther could feel it pushing at him as if invisible hands were trying to turn him and send him walking back down, which, if he weren't so exhausted, he might be tempted to do. After finally seeing the stones that he had heard so much about, and for so long, he now realised that this whole ordeal was just another pointless exercise dreamt up by the Druids so they could laugh at them all. He didn't know whether he should also laugh, although he felt he could certainly weep, or possibly have his men hang Merlyn up by the ankles from one of the impossibly large stones they were all staring at and then head back down to the boats. It was tempting, but he was just too tired.
'Merlyn, what by the spirits are we doing here?' Uther pointed at the stones. 'I suppose you th
