Grail
Book Five of the Pendragon Cycle
Chapter One
1. Gwalchavad, Lord of Orcady, write this. And no gentle labor it is. Nor less rough the reading, I fear. Unlike Myrddin, or the brown-cloaked clerics, I am no master of the scribbler's craft. God's truth, the sword hilt better fits my hand than this close-pared reed. Even so, I am assured my crabbed script will live long after the hand that framed it is dust. This Brother Aneirin assures me, and he is wise in such things. So be it.
I was born in sight of Ynys Prydain, with my brother and twin, Gwalcmai--both sons of noble Lot, himself a king of the Orcades. My birth, in itself, is of small consequence. But for Arthur, I would have lived all my days in that wild place and never traveled beyond the boundary stones of my father's island realm; but for Arthur, my life might have passed in hunting, fishing, and settling the squabbles of petty chieftains. I would never have heard of the Kingdom of Summer--much less the Grail--and truly, I would not be writing this at all.
Still, I will persist in my endeavor so you may know the way of it. Anyone with ears has ... read full excerpt from: Grail ebook
