MERLIN IN HIS CAVE
A knight dismounted his horse outside the mouth of a cave. He was huge and covered from head to foot in chain mail and solid armour. He had a gigantic sword in a scabbard hanging from his waist that looked as if it would take two men to lift it, leave alone swing it. His face was bearded, gnarled and foreboding, he almost looked more like a gorilla than a man.
He had two other knights with him who by their demeanor were clearly underlings to his authority. They dismounted when he dismounted, and were obviously watching him to see where they should proceed next.
It was the ‘Year of Our Lord” 541.
“Old man, old man!” the head knight shouted into the cave. “Come out, old man. I have words to speak with you!” His loud voice echoed among the rocks.
Faint footsteps could
