Pendragon
Book Four of the Pendragon Cycle
Chapter One
They say Merlin is a magician, an enchanter, a druid of dark lore. If I were and if I were, I would conjure better men than rule this island now! I would bring back those whose very names are charms of power: Cai, Bedwyr, Pelleas, Gwalchavad, Llenlleawg, Gwalcmai, Bors, Rhys, Cador, and others: Gwenhwyvar, Charis, Ygerna. Men and women who made this sea-girt rock the Island of the Mighty.
I need no Seeing Bowl, no black oak water, or fiery embers by which to perceive them. They are ever with me. They are not dead—they only sleep. Hear me! I have but to speak their names aloud and they will awake and arise. Great Light, how long must I wait?
I climb the green hills of the Glass Isle alone, and I wear a different name. Oh, I have so many names: Myrddin Emrys among the Cymry, and Merlin Embries to those in the south; I am Merlinus Ambrosius to the Latin speakers: Merlin the Immortal. I am Ken-ti-Gern to the small, dark Hill Folk of the empty north. But the name I wear now is a name of my own choosing, a simple name, of no consequence to anyone. Thus I gu ... read full excerpt from: Pendgragon ebook
