Grail by Realm Lovejoy

Author:Realm Lovejoy [Lovejoy, Realm]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: merlin, grail, arthurian legend, le fay, ya fantasy, realm lovejoy, morgan le fay, arthurian
Published: 2016-12-05T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The Relic Keepers’ office is cold and gray. We enter a hall with stone floors and lined with podiums showcasing historical items behind glass casings.

Vivian turns to me. “Wait here. I’m going to brief Merlin on the details.”

“Shouldn’t I be briefed too?” I ask.

“Merlin is responsible for the mission,” she says with her usual icy voice.

Bitterly I watch Merlin follow Vivian into a meeting room with opaque walls. I can only see their silhouettes. Vivian gestures aggressively, her shouts muffled behind the glass. I stray away from them, not wanting to watch their heated meeting.

I walk down a dim hall toward an open room full of books. I hear pages rustling. Beneath the shelves, an old man in a wheelchair is going through a heavy book.

“Mr. Fisher King Pelles?” I inquire, approaching.

He turns to me, squinting as if he can’t make out who I am. Slowly recognition crosses his face.

“Morgan,” he says. “I’ve heard the news.”

I avert my eyes. He reminds me of Grandfather, which may be why he was my favorite teacher in Arthur’s Round—and why I’m feeling guilty. I don’t want to know what he thinks of all the news regarding my crime.

When I face him again, Fisher doesn’t look at me with judgment but instead with a solemn regard.

“I never imagined the day would come when they’d send out such a young girl again,” he says.

“Again?” I ask.

“My daughter was chosen for a mission too, you know.”

I nod, remembering. “Yes. The Grail Guardian. Is she protecting the Grail now?”

Fisher cocks his head, looking toward the gray scenery outside. “It’s hard to say what she’s doing. They could have sent her to the middle of a desert for all I know. Pendragon’s Order is difficult to understand, as I’m sure you’ve experienced.”

“They told me where they’re sending me. Did you hear about that?”

“Sarras,” Fisher says. “Ms. Dyonas sent me the message. In fact, I’ve been there before as the former Grail Guardian.” He clenches his fist over his bandaged leg. “It was when I was your age. I’ve never been the same since.”

Alarmed to see Fisher in pain, I kneel on the ground and place my hand on his. “What happened while you were at Sarras?”

“I was assigned to protect the Grail. I trekked through some of the darkest forests I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know where I was. Out of the shadows, a creature stalked me. It was something like a wolf, but I can’t be sure. It lunged out and bit me here.” He pats his leg.

I hold in my breath waiting for him to continue. I always wondered how he got his wound. Guinevere said she sensed something terrible about it.

“The bleeding wound never healed. It was some cursed beast—the Questing Beast—protecting the Grail.”

“The Questing Beast?”

“Yes, ancient texts mention beasts created from blood magic.”

My eyes widen. It’s hard to imagine something so fantastical, yet Fisher is not one to exaggerate.

“What happened next?” I ask.

“I was wounded and on the ground. I was sure the creature was going to eat me alive.

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