“You know, the legends about Excalibur are really interesting. Do you know anything about them?” “Ruth, everything I know about the sword is from what you told me or the pamphlets at the Lodge,” I say with a guilty twinge, spouting my little white lie. “Anything I knew before would've been based on some movies I saw, or what I was told as a kid.” “Well, I want to tell you a story. Which may not be important to you, but it might.” She flips the fish over, sending a waft of frying fish my way. I'm having a difficult time keeping the drool inside my mouth. She glances up to the cliffs at the dark, forbidding clouds, swirling with a riot of green and black colors. Moving the pan around on the grill, she continues, “One night, Dr. Tober called me in to his office. Five people were waiting in his office, people I didn't recognize. They were never introduced to me, and to this day, I still don't know who they were. We had three meetings, and each meeting was about Excalibur.
