Chapter Six – That's the Trouble With DruidsThe branch of mistletoe flicked towards Meryn. 'Thou' - the druid's voice was shrill and dry, like the screech of a crow at the moment it took flight - 'shall remember who thou are and save a king!
Thou, ' hopping from one foot to the other, the druid's branch swished across to Nineve, who let out a squeal and hid behind Meryn's legs, 'will one day lead the druids.' The strange old man stopped, smiled, then popped an acorn into his mouth, and for a few moments, as they watched in dumbfounded amazement, he went into facial contortions manoeuvring the nut towards his few remaining teeth.
'Is he a bit…?' began Cal, in a whisper, but Meryn hushed him before he could finish.
Crunching the acorn happily, the druid turned towards Usher and, with dirt
