He felt himself rising, moving slowly, following it in its course through the great chamber, advancing uponit, soundlessly and deliberately,' as if moving underwater ...
... Reaching for it.
His hand entered the circle of light, moved toward its center, neared the now blazing cup and passed through....
Immediately, the light faded. The outline of the chalice wavered, and it collasped in upon itself, fading, fading. gone....
There came a sound, rolling, echoing about the halL Laughter.
He turned and regarded the others. They sat about the table, watching him, laughing. Even Merlin managed -a dry chuckle.
Suddenly, his great blade was in his hand, and he raised it as he strode toward the Table. The knights nearest him drew back as he brought the weapon crashing down.
The Table split in half and fell. The room shook.
The quaking continued. Stones were dislodged from the walls. A roof beam fell. He raised his arm.
The entire castle began to come apart, falling about him and still the laughter continued.
He awoke damp with perspiration and lay still for a long while. In the morning, he bought a ticket for London.
Two of the three elemental sounds of the world were suddenly with him as he walked that evening, stick in hand. For a dozen days, he had hiked about Cornwall, finding no clues to that which he sought. He had allowed himself two more before giving up and departing.
Now the wind and the rain were upon him, and he increased his pace. The fresh-lit stars were smothered by a mass of cloud and wisps of fog grew like ghostly fungi on either hand. He moved among trees, paused, continued on.
"Shouldn't have stayed out this late," he muttered, and after several more pauses, "Nel mezzo del cammm di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, che la diritta via era smarrita," then he chuckled, halting beneath a tree.
The rain was not heavy. It was more a fine mist now.A bright patch in the lower heavens showed where the moon hung veiled.
He wiped his face, turned up his collar. He studied the position of the moon. After a time, he struck off to his right. There was a faint rumble of thunder in the distance.
The fog continued to grow about him as he went. Soggy leaves made squishing noises beneath bis boots. An animal of indeterminate size bolted from a clump of shrubbery beside a cluster of rocks and tore off through the darkness.
Five minutes ... ten ... He cursed softly. The rainfall had increased in intensity. Was that the same rock?
He turned in a complete circle. All directions were equally uninviting. Selecting one at random, he commenced walking once again.
Then, in the distance, he discerned a spark, a glow, a wavering light. It vanished and reappeared periodically, as though partly blocked, the line of sight a function of his movements. He headed toward it. After perhaps half a minute, it was gone again from sight, but he continued on in what he thought to be its direction. There came another roll of thunder, louder this time.
When it seemed that it might have been illusion or some short-lived natural phenomenon, something else occurred in that same direction. There was a movement, a shadow-wimin-shadow shuffling at the foot of a great tree. He slowed his pace, approaching the spot cautiously.
There!
A figure detached itself from a pool of darkness ahead and to the left. Manlike, it moved with a slow and heavy tread, creaking sounds emerging from the forest floor beneath it. A vagrant moonbeam touched it for a moment, and it appeared yellow and metallically slick beneath moisture.
He halted. It seemed that he had just regarded a knight in full armor in his path. How long since he bad beheld such a sight? He shook his head and stared.
The figure had also halted. It raised its right arm in a beckoning gesture, then turned and began to walk away. He hesitated for only a moment, then followed.
It turned off to the left and pursued a treacherous path, rocky, slippery, heading slightly downward. He actually used his stick now, to assure his footing, as he tracked itsdeliberate progress. He gained on it, to the point where he could clearly hear the metallic scraping sounds of its passage.
Then it was gone, swallowed by a greater darkness.
He advanced to the place where he bad last beheld it. He stood in the lee of a great mass of stone. He reached out and probed it with his stick.
He tapped steadily along its nearest surface, and then the stick moved past it. He followed.
There was an opening, a crevice. He had to turn sidewise to pass within it, but as he did the full glow of the light he had seen came into sight for several seconds.
The passage curved and widened, leading him back and down. Several times, he paused and listened, but there were no sounds other than his own breathing.
He withdrew his handkerchief and dried his face and hands carefully. He brushed moisture from his coat, turned down his collar. He scuffed the mud and leaves from his boots. He adjusted his apparel. Then he strode forward, rounding a final comer, into a chamber lit by a small oil lamp suspended by three delicate chains from some point in the darkness overhead. The yellow knight stood unmoving beside the far wall. On a fiber mat atop a stony pedestal directly beneath the lamp lay an old man in tattered garments. His bearded face was half-masked by shadows.
He moved to the old man's side. He saw then that those ancient dark eyes were open.
"Merlin ...?" he whispered.
There came a faint hissing sound, a soft croak. Realizing the source, he leaned nearer.
"Elixir ... in earthern rock ... on ledge ... in back," came the gravelly whisper.
He turned and sought (he ledge, the container.
"Do you know where it is?" he asked the yellow figure.
It neither stirred nor replied, but stood like a display piece. He turned away from it then and sought further. After a time, he located it. It was more a niche than a ledge, blending in with the wall, cloaked with shadow. He ran his fingertips over the container's contours, raised it gently. Something liquid stirred within it. He wiped its lip on his sleeve after he had returned to the lighted area. The wind whistled past the entranceway and he thought he felt the faint vibration of thunder.Sliding one hand beneath his shoulders, he raised the ancient form. Merlin's eyes still seemed unfocussed. He moistened Merlin's lips with the liquid. The old man licked them, and after several moments opened his mouth. He administered a sip, then another, and another ...
Merlin signalled for him to lower him, and he did. He glanced again at the yellow armor, but it had remained motionless the entire while. He looked back at the sorceror and saw that a new light had come into his eyes and be was studying him, smiling faintly.
"Feel better?"
Merlin nodded. A minute passed, and a touch of color appeared upon his cheeks. He elbowed himself into a sitting position and took the container into his hands. He raised it and drank deeply.
He sat still for several minutes after that His thin hands, which had appeared waxy in the flamelight, grew darker, fuller. His shoulders straightened. He placed the crock on the bed beside him and stretched his arms. His joints creaked the first time he did it, but not the second. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose slowly to his feet. He was a full head shorter than Launcelot
"It is done," he said, staring back into the shadows. "Much has happened, of course..."
"Much has happened," Launcelot replied.
"You have lived through it all. Tell me, is the world a better place or is it worse than it was in those days?"
"Better in some ways, worse in others. It is different,"
"How is it better?"
"There are many ways of making life easier, and the sum total of human knowledge has increased vastly."-
"How has it worsened?"
"There are many more people in the world. Consequently, there are many more people suffering from poverty, disease, ignorance. The world itself has suffered great depredation, in the way of pollution and other assaults on the integrity of nature."