When, late in the evening, Merlyn entered, followed by a wet and bedraggled group of Druids, the scowl dropped from Uther's face for the first time since waking that morning to be replaced by a smile. 'Why, Merlyn, you and your kin are most welcome, enter, enter. Does the presence of Druids in my hall once more tell me that you have already placed the stones?' Uther studied the small group. There were four newcomers, dripping wet, shivering, and each casting longing glances towards the various fires in the hall.
Uther waved the shivering group of Druids towards one of the fires. 'Please, warm and dry yourselves. I am sure we can find some dry robes from somewhere.' They turned to Merlyn seeking his approval, and he also muttered that they should warm themselves and pushed them forward bef
