Beyond Camelot (the story) page 3

"Your Highness, can you hear me? It is I Merlin,” he said, trying to rouse her.

Slowly her eyelids flew open, and with the briefest smile she could with her diminishing strength, she greeted him, “Merlin, I knew you would come.”

“Aye, my Queen,” he begun. “I have come with good tidings. Your son is well.”

“He is as old as his father now when he assembled the Knights of the Round Table. Do you know that Merlin?”

“Aye, I do. And he is bound to do great things, even greater than his father’s deeds. He has something in him that his father did not have.”

Confusedly she asked, “Huh?”

“Your blood. He is his father’s son as he is yours, Your Highness.”

“The blood of the infidel then,” the Queen said sadly.

“No,” Merlin said firmly. “The blood of someone born to love and be loved. In the end, Your Highness, that’s all he will need.”

They both fell silent then. For a moment they remembered those troubled times when in the name of love the kingdom fell into the hands of Mordred and his mother, the evil sorcerer, Morgan Le Fay. If love destroyed Camelot then, perhaps, Guenevere thought hopefully, with her son, love will set things right at last.

“Then all is well then,” she sigh peacefully.

(all rights reserved, copyright 2007, Carolyn Vicencio)