
Running on empty
Autumn is almost quite spent
Yet earth will revive
Running on empty
Autumn is almost quite spent
Yet earth will revive
It all happening this week and that’s why Morgarna and co are running late …never mind here we go! So back to pick up where we left them all last week.
For visually challenged writers, a tiny crab next to a giant shell
“So how are we going to get into the Castle” asked Gail as Merlin set her down .
“Don’t you worry my dear I have a plan.” Merlin waved his hand and just out of nowhere two beautiful horses appeared one white and one black both with fine reins, bridels, saddles and full, plush saddle bags.
“Way to go” Screamed Gail, “not bad for the guy who said no random magic?”
“This is not random magic magic this is much needed magic. If we are to get into the castle and rescue Morgarna we need to appear wealthy and well connected. Which horse would you like Gail or should I say the lady Abigail “
Gail looked at the two horses and said “Oh! My full name get you! …can I have the black one please he looks so fine and those eyes they are so deep. “
Merlin raised an eyebrow and the saddle on the black stallion became a fur clad sidesaddle fit for a lady. Gail let Meriln help her up onto the horse, ” can you ride Gail” he asked?
“No” Gail replied, Merlin put his head to one side smiled, ” you can now and well, he’s called Bayard he responds well to all commands. “
Gail shook her head as she turned Bayard round as Merlin mounted Drifter.
“Merlin this is amazing I feel one with Bayard he is a wonderful animal, hey Bay, can I call you Bay, let’s fly!”
Merlin laughed, and nudged Drifter “come now to the castle. “
Early afternoon a farmer was on his mobile talking to his wife. “Honestly I was only out of the cab for five minutes when I heard it being driven off, I chased it but it was really flying. Yes hun report it to the police but I doubt they’ll do anything about it…. yes! We might get a crime number, true , true.
The Entity ( let’s call him Bill) had just arrived in town he dumped the tractor in the middle of the high street and made straight for the cemetery.
He was looking for Merlin and it wasn’t to wish him a good day.
Bill decided to take the body of a young man who was taking a short cut through the cemetery. Oh! He thought to himself this body is much better fed than the last one.
Reaching down ‘Bill stuck his hand into the earth and pulled an young but very dead infantry man from his grave by the war memorial. He breathed into the skeleton and immediately it morphed into a
ghostly version of who he had been.
“Merlin, where is he ? I need to know, is he in the crypt….is he hiding from me?” He ended on a roar!
The young ghost looked him straight in the eye and said “No sir he’s gone back in time to search you out!”
Bill threw the soldier down with such a force that he was immediately burried again.
As evening fell Merlin and Gail arrived at the castle they approached slowly and sedately. “Remember Merlin whispered you are Lady Abigail and I am your Uncle Morten and we are on our way to meet your betrothed the Earl of Gloucester. Let me do most of the talking ” As they approached the drawbridge Merlin called out in answer to the customary “Who goes there?” from the watch! Lord Morten of Friedrichburg and my neice the Lady Abigail we are en route to meet my neice’s betrothed in Gloucester.”
“Halt” came the reply .
By now Annette’s Father was enjoying his meal, wine and looking forward to taking one or maybe two of his many serving wenches to his bed! Happy in the knowledge that for the piffling price of his daughter’s life he now had the the promise of eternal life from the strange wizard ( the entity known as Bill) who had visited him a fortnight ago.
One of his servants came to his side and whispered in his ear, “My Lord, there a two people at the gate”
“Who the Devil are they?” He asked.
“Lord Morten of Friedrichburg and his neice the Lady Abigail”
“What do they look like ?”
“Rich sir very Rich”
“Well don’t keep them waiting! bring them up, hurry and bring them up”
Up in the garret Morgarna had fallen into an uneasy sleep and was dreaming.
She was clean and warm and floating around in clear warm water. Ahead of her she saw a tiny crab next to a giant shell.
“Hello little chap what are you up to?”
“Chapess if you don’t mind, and I am house hunting,”
“Really” asked Morgarna with a smile the first one she’d managed since her capture.
“I love house hunting, did I tell you we’ve just bought a great new house? Now I am not sure you’re after this one here it’s way too big for you…what’s your name? You’ll be rattling around like a marble in there! I am Morgarna “
“Well Miss bossy boots Morgarna , my name is Chrustina I don’t care what you think I am upsizing!”
“Okay Miss Chrustina shall we investigate “
While Morgarna’s body lay cold and dirty in the windy garret her mind was relaxed and warm and she had a friend of sorts. ….
Down in the main hall of the castle Merlin and Gail made their grand entrance. Gail looked across to Merlin and asked telepathically “Can you feel her Merlin, I can and she’s in pain!”
“I can and I can see where she is too, up in the garret tower. John the real John is in the dungeon. ” Merlin smiled at Gail.. “now remember I am Lord Morten , your uncle and you are Lady Abigail. “
“Time to sort things out Merlin?” Gail asked and Merlin nodded……
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