Pendragon and the Rise of the Resistance (Pendragon Legend Book 7) by C.J. Brown

Author:C.J. Brown [Brown, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-12-06T06:00:00+00:00

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Warlocks of Winter Canyon

Witch's Helm, Six Days to the Battle of Londinium

“We found the horses. There must be at least three thousand of them, all by the river south of the town,” Galahad said as he walked past the trapdoor to the attic where Merlin and Arthur had stationed themselves for the night.

“Can we round them up?” Arthur asked.

“I think Guinevere can do it. She can corral them back here. We could definitely use the horses,” Merlin said, with an approving smile on his face.

“Where is Guinevere?” Galahad asked.

“She is out surveying the Hun camp,” Merlin answered.

“Oh, Lancelot was wondering. Between us, I think he fancies the De Grance girl, and I don’t blame him one bit. She’s pretty, that one,” Galahad said with a sheepish smile.

Arthur tilted his head with questioning amusement at how men could think of such things in the middle of the war. Turning to see what his cousin thought of the question, he found Merlin’s cloak gradually shimmering to purple, from a once-calm blue.

“So, they’ve left then, have they, those slimy bottom feeders?” Galahad asked.

Merlin said nothing.

“Here she is,” Galahad said looking out the window. “She really knows how to fly that thing.”

“Why wouldn’t she?” Merlin snapped. “She is the dragon, and the dragon is her. They are one.”

“What?” Arthur jumped in. “What do you mean she is the dragon, and the dragon is her?”

“The dragon is her other-self. It is the soul of the sorcerer who is part of her.”

“There is a sorceress part of her?” Galahad asked.

“Yes. I am sure you’ve heard the stories of the sorcerers of the old day?”

“Yes, but aren’t they just lore?” Galahad replied.

“No,” Arthur stepped in. “Not lore. Legend. It’s real.”

Galahad turned pale. Words failed him as he stumbled back and sat on an old crate. Merlin had to cast a spell on it just to keep it from collapsing from his weight.

“What’s wrong with him?” Guinevere asked as she ascended the ladder to the attic.

“Nothing,” Merlin replied. “We are all just a little tired.”

“I am not tired,” Guinevere replied.

“What does the enemy’s camp look like?” Arthur asked.

“Deserted. The Huns leave their dead for the vultures. They don’t bury them.”

Arthur shook his head disapprovingly. “What about the expendables?”

“Some townsfolk are tending to them. Many are badly injured. Some will not live to see the next week.”

“Do we have time for the two of you to attend to the wounded?”

“We will make time. These are our people, and we will look after the wounded, bury the dead, and rebuild that which has been razed. We are not barbarians,” Merlin replied.

Arthur nodded, giving his approval to the plan. “Is anyone from the town injured?”

“No. The enemy never even got close.”

“We have to leave soon. Bishkar will regroup and return,” Arthur guessed. But rather than moving south, we need to go north in pursuit.”

Everyone fell silent.

“We don’t all need to proceed north,” Galahad suggested after a moment.

“Explain,” Arthur commanded.

“If we place them on the run, it will be difficult for them to regroup.

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