[From hereLancelot, Cavall, golden Guinevere, and the sea of moonlight around their white-sailed craft fade from the sight of Arthur, king of the Summer Country. Bells chime out of nowhere, low and high and triumphant, and then Arthur Pendragon stands on the shore of his own country. On a hill before him, the silver-circled castle is silhouetted ( Read more... )

Arthur suggests a walk through the castle as a courtesy to Loren, who deserves some time alone beside Matt's bier. He has not thought about where he, Paul, Diarmuid and Cavall could go ( Read more... )

On the snow-clad slope north of the cleared road a dog barked, sharp and carrying in the cold air. And then as the High King [Aileron], moved by some instinct, signaled the halt, they heard the dog bark three times more, and every man in that company who knew dogs heard frantic joy in the sound ( Read more... )

Kimberly Ford, Seer of Brennin, lay unconscious on the bed of the greatest mage in Fionavar. Arthur Pendragon had spoken long into the night with the mage, Loren Silvercloak, and his source Matt Sören, but by dawn both the mage and the dwarf were yawning. Arthur said, "Sleep. I'll watch over her ( Read more... )

The great hall in the silver-circled castle is full of lords and ladies, kings, artisans and Makers of every kind, Old Ones dressed in the clothes of a dozen centuries and a hundred cultures. Rows of tables stand under the beamed wooden roof. Arthur had thought of erecting a round table, but no such table could efficiently seat the hundreds of ( Read more... )

Some time after Merlion leaves him, Arthur Pendragon seeks out the lady Guinevere. Before Arthur sees her, he hears her harping, soft and clear, echoing through the gardens in the warm afternoon. The king follows the music through the gardens, turning this way and that along the path. He finds Guinevere ensconced under a trellis weighted with ( Read more... )

The ship Pridwen sits, anchored, in the harbour of the kingdom beyond the North Wind. She may never sail again, but she is a sweet ship, and there is no pleasanter place to sit with plates of roast beef, a flask of good wine, and a noble companion than Pridwen's deck. Arthur has ordered the beef, the wine, fresh fruits from the orchard and soft ( Read more... )

In the apple orchard in the land beyond the North Wind, the apples, red and green and pale around the edges, hang heavy from the trees all year, surrounded by white blossoms. The grass under the trees is all strewn with white petals ( Read more... )

Since March, when Bran Davies wrote a letter to his father Arthur Pendragon, a series of letters and messages has been passing back and forth between Milliways and the kingdom beyond the North Wind. The time has come to summarize and link them.

Letter 1: Bran Davies to Arthur Pendragon, requesting aid with the lady Guinevere's bar tab.

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