Arthur: The Legend and Myth Chapter 107

107.

Morgan Le Fay picked up the dead toad by the rear legs and looked at it for the shades she wanted. It had been immersed into the dark potion for some days then, and the shade was still a tardy too light for her. She preferred them darker when mixed into the potions it becomes potent. She was still staring at it when she felt the warm body leaned on her back. It was a relief to the cold air that evening but her mind was another warm feeling.

“Leave me now, Agravian.” The one named was a young knight with King Lot and he was her lover. The few that she kept from the eyes of Accolon and also Mordred.

“Mordred will be here soon. I need to talk to him.” The knight heard her and pulled back. He was her lover and not her master hence he had to obey her. He left her at the chamber and made his way to the chambers where he chanced on a maid who was willing.

Morgan Le Fay stared at the legs again, and then she dropped it on the flooring. Her pet cat the Beast approached the dead frog and then consumed it. Morgan saw it and smiled.

“Beast, you are back to your own form. I wondered where your other form had gone. Perhaps….” Morgan was interrupted then by Mordred.

“Mother, did you seek me?” Mordred stepped in still in his armour and stood one head over her. “Who were you talking to?”

Mordred stooped to pick up the cat that was then rubbing at his feet. He pat the cat on the neck and then looked at his mother.

“We are ready, mother. When can we march?” Mordred looked to his mother. “The knights are getting…”

“Restless? Then trained them to fight more. Have them wound the ones who are weaker.” Morgan replied. “I will tell you when they are ready. And when the war can start.”

Mordered wanted to reply but he held his tongue. He then exused himself and found Accolon at the far corridor. The son looked at the one he had called his father and yet the other had never loved him as one.

“Why must you stand at the side? Are you not her lover? Or her master?” Mordred asked the other. “I am sure you can’t be my father.”

Accolon approached the young knight and was to pull his sword when he realized that the one there was his son. One birthed by his lover but he knew not of his doing.

“I cannot control your mother. She is a …” Accolon replied with his anger subsided.

“A witch? I heard of that many times but she is still your lover. You ought to control her.” Mordred told his father. “I am needed elsewhere.”

With that Mordred tokk his leave from his father. Accolon stood there in shame and then he retired to his own chamber near there. He was powerless to control his lover. He was her slave too.

Mordred son after leaving his father chanced on his own lover. He had returned to his own chamber and then within his closed walls, Mordred drew out the scroll which was painted the image of Guinevere, his so named aunt and Queen with Arthur. He had loved her when he saw that painting and then later when he met her during his earlier years, he was infatuated with her. He could not reveal that for it will displeased his mother.

A secret he had kept well to himself. Sadly not all, secrets were kept hidden.

Guinevere sat herself facing the mirror which reflected her image. She had aged in the last two decades but she was still in her prime with her youthful looks preserved with care. She touched her belly and felt the void inside. She was without a child; she can’t bear another child not of Arthur for she was the Queen. She sighed at her predicament. She was not without any other form of relief for she had discovered it before and shared with Morgause.

Guinevere smiled then. Morgause was alike her; a widow and yet disallowed to take another lover unless he is a King. There was none then that will suit Morgause except maybe Arthur but he was not their likings. He was to be their enemy.  She knew that alike her Morgause had kept a few lovers which was not revealed. It was not known to those lovers that they pleasured her while they were lure to serve her against Arthur.

“Lamorak, if only you knew.” Guinevere muttered to herself.

Merlin knew of the ladies devious plans but he was pre-occupied by his own troubles. He had the cavern covered with talismans to avert any intrusion by the Dragons and also the Lions. He was then losing his faith with the later. He had not summoned the Lions and tried to find his own spells. He travelled the length of the lands for such spells and even services. Nothing was left overturned and even the mythical creatures were sought. He however ignored the Lady in the Lake which he felt will hindered his search. Ninianne however was not that easy to ignore. She was observing him and yet she will not assist him. She was alike a lady scorned then and her fury was kept inside her heart.

Nevertheless emotions prevailed.

“Merlin, I will renew my plea you to seek the assistance of the others in your battles. You are a minion and there must be some Gods you knew.” Ninianne spoke to Merlin with her image appeared over the bowl of water. Merlin ignored her and then overturned the bowl to shut the lady. He was working on a new alliance and that was with the Roman’ Gods but they were not responding to his calls.

“Bastards!” Merlin cleared the table with the sweep of his arms. He felt himself bastardise by all that he thought was his friends before. He was losing his patience and his friend, Friar Tuck could not be found. His only grace was the Grail if it was ever found.

His other avenue was to re-allied with Morgan Le Fay. He called for a meeting with her.

“You are somewhat a novelty to me.” Merlin was amused by Morgan’s words but he felt uneasy to call for her. He started off his words with cursory greetings.

“I have no time for such menial greetings.” Morgan Le Fay snapped back. “Speak your mind or I will be gone.”

“I want to save Arthur. Tell me what can I do?” Merlin looked to his ex-apprentice. He was desperate for the answer. Morgan did not reply immediately and soon she did with the most surprising reply.

“I want Guinevere destroyed by Arthur. That will speed up his own demise.”