My Once & Future Love by Ruth Kaufman

Author:Ruth Kaufman [Kaufman, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Morgan looked so solemn and sounded so serious that Annora’s heart raced painfully. Her hands grew cold. She slid them inside her sleeves and clutched her arms. “I’m ready to hear whatever you have to tell me.”

“I’ve feared telling you the truth,” Morgan said. “You didn’t believe Jankyn ap Lewis’s version of it, which pleased me. As time passed, explaining became all the more difficult because I didn’t want to lose our special closeness. Recall how you feared telling me all that Roger had done to you because of what I might think. ’Tis almost the same. But I think my qualms are worse.”

“What is it, Morgan? How bad can the truth be?” Her mouth went dry.

Here it comes. Annora braced herself, nails digging into her skin. Why had she persisted in learning his secrets? Should she stop him before it was too late?

“Not bad, necessarily, just beyond your imagining. Ap Lewis had the right of that.” He looked away, as if struggling to find the right words. “I’ve seen you praying. You are a Christian. So I assume you embrace a Christian’s view of the unknown? Of the supernatural?”

“The supernatural?” Annora’s voice came out a whisper. She cleared her throat. “I’ve been raised to believe such things as magic or wizardry, should they exist, are unorthodox and thus against my religion. Are you going to tell me you believe differently?”

“I’m going to tell you I know differently. Can you grasp that?”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “If what you tell me goes against lessons I’ve been taught all my life, how do I know which other beliefs of mine are correct? What truths will I have left if I can’t trust what priests have told me?”

“That’s the risk you must take. Are you willing? Can you, for me?” He rose, then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms as if he had all the time in the world, though she could sense turmoil within him.

Supernatural. The word alone sparked uneasiness, made her want to cringe. She cared so much for Morgan she couldn’t let natural resistance to things outside her scope stop her. “For you, of course I’ll try. I’ve been waiting so long to hear what you have to say, how can I not listen?”

“Very well, then. I hope neither of us regrets this.” He watched her like a hawk scoped its prey, monitoring her every move. “I am the son of Merlin,” Morgan confessed.

“Merlin,” she repeated. “As in King Arthur’s Merlin?”

“Yes.” He studied her more intently, clearly awaiting her reaction.

“Merlin doesn’t have a son.” Annora reared back, completely confused. “Wait a minute. What I am I saying? Merlin didn’t even exist. He’s the stuff of legends,” she scoffed. “Of stories passed down through the years.”

His bright eyes dimmed, revealing his hurt. “I told you my tale was curious and strange. That you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Everyone knows of King Arthur and his knights. One of my favorite books is Historia Regum Britanniae, History of the Kings of Britain, Geoffrey of Monmouth’s rendition of the fascinating and sad tales.

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