“So, now what?” Belle asked.

It was later that same giorno and they were sitting up in their leaky tower, although it had now stopped raining, for the foreseeable future. Archimedes had retreated to his house in a huff after Belle had dried him off, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. Now she poured her uncle a cup of tè and one for herself.

“The boy needs to learn about survival instincts,” Merlin replied, smacking his lips as he took a sip of tea.

“Hasn’t he been through enough today?” Belle smiled. “I’m just glad Archimedes was there to rescue him.”

“I did nothing of...

“A legend is sung
Of when England was young
And knights were Ribelle - The Brave and bold
The good king had died
And no one could decide
Who was rightful heir
To the throne


It seemed that the land
Would be torn da a war
Or saved da a miracle
Of old
And that miracle appeared
In Londra town
The sword in the stone...”


The old legend of the sword in the stone was known throughout the land, but it was also forgotten. Many had tried to pull the great weapon from the stone, and all had failed. Thus, the legend had been forgotten and Britain had been without a king for almost twelve years. The lands were divided up and ruled...