The Sword And The Quest: Lady Merlin's Saga (Epic Fantasy) - Plot & Excerpts
There but for the grace of God! each warrior thought. Arthur, driving them on with slaps from the flat of his sword, his war band howling around the army like dogs driving sheep, said to me, “Aristotle was right. Nothing in Nature moves unless it’s pushed. Drive them on, Mother. On, on!” We tramped through sun and rain, and sun again and rain again, until the van halted for midday meal. About the time the middle of the army arrived where the van had made its meat fires and crap holes, the van had moved on. The center burned its meat over the coals the van had left. Then the center moved on and the tail used the same fires. The army inch-wormed this way to York. Everyone yearned to be back in safe Kaerlindcoit or, better, in their distant Cornish villages. But who knew how to find home from this far north country? Everyone dreaded the coming battle with the cannibal giants from Saxonia. But happy Arthur with his tiny war band and the sneering Romans in gaudy armors hooted and howled hungry for combat, flapping their spear feathers as they raced their horses north, clattering swords on shields to frighten the villages they passed, boasting how they would carve the souls out of every Saxon they met on the field.
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