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the skein rose in one accord to spiral pattern the evenings rich amber
sky, Merlin found himself again beside the Lake of Truths despondently
eyeing his tortured reflection as it momentary rippled upon the moribund
suns last stained sheen at the waters edge. There again, alone, the youth
lost wizard allowed his turbulent mind to utter "God, I wish that such
a woman I had never met".
hen upon that silence
of thought came a voice saying,” I am your God, the lord Herne. This is
my Solstice, rebuke me not my favours. For have you not found the woman
of your dreams. Does she not shimmer and shine even brighter than the
morning star in the clearness of an October sky. Is not her heart fashioned
from the purest beaten Autumn gold and her mind as sharp as that seasons
first frost. Are not her thoughts as gentle as falling leaves, silently
fluttering on a new days early breeze and her speech, as soft, lyrical
as the melodious songbird. Is not her passion more fiery than the evening
sun. Merlin do's she not say she loves you"?
y Lord, such a woman
is she" the wizard replied. “She is all you say and so much more. For
that I love her, Oh' so very dearly but my Lord I fear, fear for she is,
as you say, the woman of my dreams and if I should wake then" ; "Merlin"
retorted the Horned One "You are wise to question but a fool, such a fool
to doubt. For you are as awake now, as never have you ever been before.
I have given you the sight. Come, use it wisely".
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with that there came the beating of wings northward. Then all was still....Resolute.
