The Camelot Code
“He eases his tired bones from the straw-packed mattress, stands by the window slit and watches blinking lights illuminate the dark sky. He doesn’t have to look at a clock to know it’s an hour before dawn. He’s spent countless decades telling the time by the stars, the moon and the sun.
Myrddin wraps himself up and shuffles down the spiral staircase to his rooms.
Owain always comes here first.
Even though it’s summer, the stone chambers are chilly so he stoops before the great hearth and sets li...ght to paper, straw and kindling. He sits and watches red and orange tongues hungrily lick the dry vanilla-coloured wood logs.
There’s a polite thump on the door.
‘Come in.’ Metal locks clunk. Oak creaks. A dishevelled Sir Owain enters, a bag in each hand, his hair blown wild by the helicopter’s rotors. ‘I hoped you would be up.’ He smiles appreciatively.
‘As if it would be otherwise. Put those down and come sit by the fire with me.’ ‘Do you have any water?’ He takes off his jacket and heads to one of two hard chairs set either side of the blaze.MoreLess
Myrddin wraps himself up and shuffles down the spiral staircase to his rooms.
Owain always comes here first.
Even though it’s summer, the stone chambers are chilly so he stoops before the great hearth and sets li...ght to paper, straw and kindling. He sits and watches red and orange tongues hungrily lick the dry vanilla-coloured wood logs.
There’s a polite thump on the door.
‘Come in.’ Metal locks clunk. Oak creaks. A dishevelled Sir Owain enters, a bag in each hand, his hair blown wild by the helicopter’s rotors. ‘I hoped you would be up.’ He smiles appreciatively.
‘As if it would be otherwise. Put those down and come sit by the fire with me.’ ‘Do you have any water?’ He takes off his jacket and heads to one of two hard chairs set either side of the blaze.MoreLess
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