The Camelot Kids by Zackheim Ben

Author:Zackheim, Ben [Zackheim, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Legend, Myth, King Arthur
Publisher: Crimson Myth Press
Published: 2015-05-18T04:00:00+00:00

26

Wonderful. Gwen was the descendant of King Arthur’s wife, Guinivere, who dared to love Lancelot. How many more surprises was Merlin preparing to pull out of his beard? Simon felt like he’d arrived in the middle of a complex scene change at the theater, and he didn’t know his lines. He was thankful he was making friends. But was anything permanent around here? Nothing was what it appeared to be. His friends might be enemies. His enemies were invisible. His school mates were descendants of legends, like him, apparently. Nothing he’d seen or done in the last week of his life hung together.

Simon needed to be alone with all his questions. He broke away from his new buddies as they ogled a tent full of shiny new swords.

Wellwoven was empty. The dozens of neatly made beds were splashed in dashes of sunlight streaming in from the twenty foot tall windows. He sat on his bunk, relishing a moment alone, when a plump, rosy-cheeked lady waddled in. She was wheeling a cart of mops, exploring for places to dust or soak in soap. When she saw Simon, she offered up a smile.

“Hello,” he said in his most polite tone. It didn’t sound too happy, though, and she noticed.

“Goodness, a day like this and you’re inside. What could possibly keep you from the fair, young man?”

“I’m Simon.”

“Mary Mouthy. In charge of keeping this place clean.”

“Cool. You do it well.”

“Why, thank you. Now, tell me what troubles you.” She got to work dusting, but Simon could tell she was listening.

“This place. Everything, I guess. Merlin, definitely.”

“Ah yes. The boss. He is a handful sometimes,” Mary said as she fluffed some pillows. “He bamboozles and discombobulates as easy as you and me breathe. But I like to remember that the man is thousands of years old. His idea of hard work, humor, warmth, well everything actually, is very different from ours. He is only human, but he’s been on this planet longer than you or me combined times a lot. And it shows, doesn’t it?”

She went back to dusting and then perked up as a thought crossed her mind. “I don’t think he means ill, per se. I think he sees a big picture that makes it hard for him to keep something as trivial as other people’s feelings at the top of his mind. It’s why I always tell him, ‘Take a vacation! You’re making us all crazy!’”

Simon smiled. “Has he ever listened to you?”

“Oh, you bet he has. If he didn’t he’d be cleaning up his own mess, and we can’t have that, can we?” There was a silence that lasted a little longer than Simon intended. Mary broke it with an enthusiastic, “Did you see Guinevere? She’s back! I think it’s so exciting, don’t you?”

“I guess. I kind of know her already. I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“I doubt that. Why would she not like a nice, handsome boy like yourself?”

He smiled. “Ask her.”

“Oh, I will,” Mary said, quite upset.

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