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The Naming of Merlin's Cave
The Naming of Merlin’s Cave below Tintagel’s aged frame beneath the castles guardian walls the sea swells darkly with the high tide then thunders its secrets into a cave. echoes of the soldiers tramp across the roof, both cold and damp and horses hooves leave little doubt that battle rages near about t’is then that Uther fulfilled his need to conquer the Duke in word and deed crept into the guarded castle keep to lay with Lady Igraine in her sleep. shape shifted into the goodly Knight with Merlin’s magic and his might he entered through the castle gate surprising all for it was late. Pendragon his cruel plans laid created a bairn upon the maid nine months hence the deed was done the babe was born a strapping son Merlin paced below the Iron gate to take the child and mould its fate beneath in cave he solemnly waited until the hunt had wholly abated then he fled north disguises many some quite simple, some uncanny took the boy to Scotland’s border raised as son of a trusted lord there. the rest of the tale is filled with magic happy times and some quite tragic but my job is done and here I end for the rest, you must wait, my friend. beginnings no matter how well planned often go awry. endings find their own way.
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