The daylight waited just over the horizon as Arthur stared from the upper-most window
of the royal tower, Guinevere slept on with a soft breathing that reminded Arthur of the
waves in the quiet bay where he had spent his childhood.
An eternity away -it seemed to him these days.
A lone crow winged it's way through the cool morning air towards the freshly-ploughed
fields of Avalon and Arthur sighed at a fleeting memory that the black raptor awoke.
Again, it was in his young days when the world was simpler and the sun was always
high in the sky.
Time was plenty.
"Don't you ever rest...?" Arthur's Mother called as the boy with the shoulder-length hair
raced among the corn, Eigyr watched her son laugh towards the cloudless sky as he
pushed corridors through the towering cereal.
The days that followed her husband's return from his battle on the West coast were good,
her family were safe again and her spouse had returned to the growing fields that would
need his care.
Though Uther was known as 'Pendragon' and held sway among the many hamlets and
villages around the marshy environs of Avalon, it meant little when harvest time came
around. The surrounding counties had suffered just as much during the long war and it
would be all-shoulders-to-the-wheel before Autumn would come a-calling.
She had grown to love him, the sour-faced man with the eyes of a hawk. Uther had tricked
her with that bastard Myrddin's magic and laid with her like an husband does.
Gorlois, her first-love and Father to her girls had perished in an accident that very night.
But time is a balm -they say... no?
Eigyr smiled at the half-made pouch on her lap and pushed the troubled thoughts away,
Elaine would be doing cartwheels in the courtyard when she saw that she had a purse that
The swaying stalks became still as Eigyr's deep-blue eyes looked up from her sewing,
Arthur's giggling had stopped and the green-brown curtain of corn offered no clue as
to what had caused it.
'Wolf' was her first thought as she scrambled to her feet, the hand-stitched tie-bag dropped
from her hands as she reached for the short knife that Uther had insisted she kept with her
at all times.
Arthur's tousled hair could be glimpsed among the tiger-stripe shadows in the spelt-stalks.
"Stand still Arthur... and don't cry out" Eigyr said evenly, the swish of her coarse-cloth
dress tearing a wake towards the still-small figure that faced away from her. She tightened
her small hand around the rough-handled dagger.
The grey boulder wrapped in strange vines had appeared from nowhere, it stood as high
as Morgana's pony enjoying the meadow grass over near the Tor and the object seemed to
be singing a soft melody to her boy.
Eigyr stepped next to where Arthur stood and looked at the thing that had halted the merriment.
'He was here and now he has moved on, yes...?' hissed the magical stone that glittered starlights
and whispered wizard songs. Arthur breathed through his nose and offered wide eyes, surely
his soul would be torn from him at any moment.
'...I come a long way boy and the one I seek will not avoid me any longer' the strange-round
ball in the corn rasped, Arthur heard the words in his head and in passing, wondered if he had
The welcoming hand of his Mother rested on his shoulder as the smooth rock with the tangle
of leafless tendrils wrapping it's surface asked again 'I seek he who travelled your roads, he
who saved your woman from Morded's grasp and he -that stole your hallowed sword'
The summer breeze parted Arthur's fringe as he and his Mother gazed at the object that had
appeared from nowhere, the metal-like skin of the boulder seemed to shimmer under the late
-morning sun and what Eigyr took to be the many eyes of the mysterious entity, flashed as if
contemplating their fate.
The woman that had birthed three girls to the husband that she believed Uther had slain
slowly raised the knife towards the stone-from-hades and whispered to the staring lad beside
"Go Arthur, seek out the Pendragon for help..." came Eigyr's calm-soft voice, the 'thing' had
began it's strange singing again "...Run like the Devil is on your heels" she added.
There was no explosion, no loud noise or divots of soil flying through the air, the apparition
that had arrived on that summer morning in Avalon simply disappeared as quickly -and as
quietly as it had first arrived.
If Arthur had looked back in his fleeing, he may have seen the vision that his Mother -Eigyr
had been privvy to, the opening of the air behind the object, the magic space where demons
tarry -I'd wager.