Far, far away from the Great Bastion Mountains in an ancient Welsh village called Eons Bach, two big-cats and a devil-dog wait for Merlin to appear from the water of the Black Babble River. Somewhat confused and bewildered by events unfolding this day, they talk amongst themselves discussing what is to happen as-and-when Merlin arrives. It has been suggested that each of them will play a part in Merlin’s return. However, Anubis, the devil-dog has spent hours pondering a memory recalling a time long ago whilst roaming Underworld with a prissy cat called Bast. He remembers there being a Map – a schematic of Underworld – but is focussed on something else just out of his reach.
Meanwhile elsewhere in a secret space in a hidden place inside the Great Bastion Mountains, Merlin is drifting and dreaming in a vat of gold heading for a dream-destination only he knows. He is returning to new life in new guise and his current circumstance is concluding this process of renewal. Merlin has grown from a single atom to become a wizard with power to lead a prophecy against Morgana-Le-Faye foretelling of the reclamation and restoration of the Kingdom of Camelot.
Standing outside the golden sarcophagus in which Merlin floats, Great Heron, Halcyon the Leprechaun, and Kingfisher discuss the origins of a diamond apple-seed plucked from the throat of the breathless Leprechaun. Halcyon has recently returned from ‘repairing’ or perhaps ‘preparing’ the Wizard’s Philosopher’s Stone, but yet the object Kingfisher holds in his beak is a most curious thing…
~ The Great Fairy Fire (199) – Sifted and Drifted (Continued) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Cold, but not unduly so,
Upon a Folly covered in powdered snow,
Three players from episodes ago,
Stood chilled above the river’s flow
Mid-stream of the Black Babble.
Snow Melt was at peace with the world,
Jinder Soo shivered despite her coat,
Anubis pondered golden keys: but hadn’t
Located the lock yet took stock and spoke:
“What if it broke?”
“What if the bridge doesn’t raise?”
“If the Raven’s call doesn’t work at all?”
“What then do we do this day?”
“Not a clue,” muttered Jinder Soo,
Who seemed lost in a dream.
“I can’t figure any of this out: I mean,”
“My head’s spinning with threads as it is!”
“I’ve considered the key for hours now, and yet,”
“Its importance still eludes me.”
“I recall a Map, and Bast, and Terminus, after that it all goes black.
“Terminus?” Snow Melt enquired.
“”What is that exactly,” she said.
“I’ve heard mention of it before: indeed,”
“In reference to the dead: but instead of that, tell me this,”
“What else was on the Map?”
“Nothing more,” said Anubis,
“No wait, there was an unusual mark.”
“Four circles drawn above a fifth,”
“With an extended line rising from the fourth.”
“I gave it little thought, thinking it of little worth.”
“I have sense there-in lies the key,” she said
“Answers to open mysteries.”
“How do you know that? Anubis asked curiously.
“Call it Zen if you like, or meditation. Or call it a possible solution,”
“One arrived at intuitively.”
~ The Great Fairy Fire (200) – Sifted and Drifted (Continued) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
“Let me look closer at that,” said Halcyon,
“I’m intrigued to know where in the flow said seed originated.”
“We all agree we’ve never seen such a thing as this.”
“I can only assume, and call me an ass, but,”
“I think its residue, pressed from the past.”
“It sounds a far-fetched idea,” Kingfisher quipped,
“Therefore one likely to be true!”
“Remnants from what exactly?” Great Heron asked.
“Of those who have passed through, been gilded and glued,”
“I can think of no apples being stewed!”
“But let me refer to The Book Of The Dead:”
“There we’ll find an entry to be read.”
Heron browsed pages of his endless tome:
At speed baffling the eye: but when then of a sudden,
He paused, let out one long sigh.
“I know from where the apple-seed came.”
“Here in black and white scribed in my tome,”
“The name of someone we’ve known:”
“One whose bones lay dusting in an ancient tomb.”
“Tis to this King our Wizard has flown.”