"Robert Doherty - Area 51 - The Grail" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doherty Robert)

"You may call me that."
Percival looked over the man's cloak, noting the trim on the ends of the
sleeves, the chain around his neck. "You dress like Merlin. Are you one of the
priests of the old religion, the tree worshippers? A sorcerer of the dark
arts?"
The man paused. "My line has been here on Yniswitrin, what you call Avalon,
since the dawn of time. But we worship no gods and practice no sorcery."
"You're a Druid?" Percival persisted. "It is said the Druids have been on
this island forever. That they sing the eternal song here, but we found no one
when we arrived."
"There is no time for questions." The man knelt down, placing his wrinkled
hands over the king's bloodstained ones.
"Can you heal him?" Percival was now the only one close; the others stood
near the edge of the Tor, attention split between what was happening to their
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the water to the east, from which news of victory or the promise of death in
defeat would come. They had no doubt that if Mordred's side won, there would
be no mercy.
"The healersтАФsuch as they areтАФwill arrive shortly, I believe," the monk
said.
"What healers?" Percival demanded.
"There are things beyond you. You waste precious time. Let me speak to the
king in private for a momentтАФto give him absolution in a way only he will
understand."
"You said you worshipped no god," Percival argued.
"You brought him here, now let me do what is necessary," the monk snapped.
He raised a hand toward Percival and struggled to control his voice. "I mean
him no harm."
Arthur spoke for the first time. "Leave us, Percival. There is nothing to
fear from this man."
Reluctantly, Percival joined the other knights.
The monk leaned close so that only Arthur could hear his words. "Give me the
key."
Arthur's eyes turned to the man. They showed none of his pain. "I have heard
of you. You are Brynn, are you not?"
The monk nodded.
Arthur continued. "You are the Watcher of this island. It was one of your
people who started all this. Merlin."
Brynn shook his head. "We called him Myrddin. He is a traitor to the oath he
swore. He is not of my people any longer. You, of all people, should know well
how there can be traitors among a close-knit group. My group has been
scattered for many, many years."
"What do you want?" Arthur asked.
"The key. I will keep it safe."

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