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Christine nodded solemnly, her eyes wide as she hung on his every word. "I
will," she said.
"Good." Merlin turned toward us and raised his eyebrows. "How do you like
your
eggs?"


CHAPTER 3


Under ordinary circumstances, a hearty, robust breakfast such as Merlin had
provided would have been quite an unaccustomed treat for us in those lean
days,
yet no repast, however sumptuous, could compete with what the girls had just
experienced. They were so excited, they could hardly eat a bite. I was
somewhat
disappointed that my unexpected return home had passed completely without
comment from my daughters, but then I could hardly hold a candle to the newly
adopted "Uncle Merlin." What's a visit from Daddy, after all, when you've
just
been flown around the living room?

I was concerned they would discuss their "Uncle Merlin" with their friends
among
the local children, describing how he had made the kitchen come alive, then
turned them into birds. Given such assertions, proof would certainly be
required, and I could not imagine how our neighbors would respond to their
children being levitated. "Uncle Merlin," on the other hand, did not seem at
all
concerned. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"No, no, let them talk about it, by all means," he insisted, after Jenny had
dragged our reluctant girls away from him. "I don't see how you could prevent
them, in any event. Besides, I have no intention of keeping my presence here
a
secret. I want people to know about me. And the sooner; the better We have
much
to do."

"Well," I said. "And what, precisely, is it that 'we' are going to do?"

"Why, announce my presence to the world, of course," he replied, as if it
were
the most natural thing to do. "I suppose that will take some time, though,
and
that is only the beginning. Oh, yes, only the beginning. We have quite a task
ahead of us, Thomas. Quite a task, indeed."

"Just a moment," I said. "I'm not quite certain what you're getting at, but