Dinerth, 910 AD
Dinerth, 910 ADDespite the fog Niviene could see Myrddin’s door across the street. She had dragged her pallet across the room under the small window so that she could spy in comfort, but the wizard’s door remained steadfastly shut. After a long wait, she wondered whether he had transformed himself into a mouse and sneaked out of the building through a c***k. However, she need not have worried. Soon after dismissing this thought, a grey-cloaked figure under a hood emerged. She didn’t need to rush, given Myrddin’s slow pace. Copying his choice of outer garment, she threw a hooded cloak around her shoulders and pulled the brown hood over her head to protect her hair from the damp. Only then did she go downstairs to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going, my girl?” Her mo
