Reblogged from Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie:
The food was good. Young Merlin as he is to be known had no idea what he was eating. The hermit asked if he needed more, and filled Merlin’s bowl from the black cauldron, which looked as though the food never diminished.
Sitting quite close now, Merlin watched the hermit’s bald head. When he spoke, it waved and rippled like an ocean moving towards the shore, and as if something lived within his long white beard, it moved slowly as if a soft breeze had entered the cave.
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