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.”
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