The Last Knight by Candace Sams

Author:Candace Sams [Sams, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Candace Sams
Published: 2017-12-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Recovering from a backward slam, initiated by some massive green force he’d never encountered before, Gart ignored the hand Jon offered.

His sword was fifteen feet away, and it took all his strength to stay standing. Even as he did, bones knit and tissue began to mend. In that instant, he knew that if somebody wanted to take his head, they could. For now, he couldn’t defend himself. He needed several more minutes to heal. Sadly, several more minutes was too much time. The older man had him. He’d die, then Jean would. At least, he hoped his and his trainee’s demise would go in that order. He didn’t want to see Jean lose her head. The thought sickened him.

Prior to this night, he’d walked the length and breadth of his property. This megalithic circle had been totally hidden.

Now, the ground on which the stones stood was his trap. The dirt here would serve as his deathbed. Finally feeling as though he could croak out a last command, he looked at Jean.

“Baby, come to me.” He had to force out the heretofore unspoken endearment, and was somewhat mollified when she stumbled toward him, apparently as shocked by this situation as he was.

“I’m sorry, Gart. This is all my fault,” she tearfully muttered.

Finally, she used my first name.

“No, sweetheart. It’s not. It’s mine.”

Gart put his attention back on the Jon-Merlin character, hoping to keep him talking until his internal injuries healed. The ploy was a last effort to try and save them.

“Who the hell are you, mister? And don’t fucking lie to me again,” Gart rasped.

Merlin briefly closed his eyes before answering. “Goddess above…give me patience,” the older man uttered. “Of the very few people who’ve been informed, why do they always have this same, incredulous reaction? And, if you don’t mind, watch your language in front of a lady.”

“I’d like to fucking know, too,” Jean offhandedly countered.

Merlin shook his head and arched one brow. “Women! As long as I’ve lived, I’ve never gotten used to their intense desire to be like men, despite the fact that they’ve always been more powerful, in many ways.”

“Answer the question,” Gart injected.

“I told you the truth. I am Merlin, of Camelot. I was born in the fifth century, and became aware of my Druidic powers early in life. These powers were gifted to me by some unknown source. However, I like to think that they emanate from Mother Nature.”

Gart scowled, but said nothing in response.

Merlin cleared his throat and continued. “I studied with men and women who showed me how to direct energy from the earth, and use it for my purpose. Jean has those same powers though I let her stay with you for a time, to better judge her character. Now, it is up to me to teach her to use her gifts. Reports tell me she’s mentally acclimated enough to handle the truth.” He glanced at Jean. “You can thank Garrett for that.”

She dragged her hands through her hair in response.

“Gart has been sending in the most wondrous reports about you, my dear.

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