King Arthur rules the largest monarchy in the history of Britain and yet he is restless. Having failed to rid the country of the invaders he sets upon a series of ethnic-cleansing battles within his own borders.Opposed by his sons, Crown-Prince Amhar and Sir Mordrede, they win the support of the village of Camlann in order to face-down Arthur and make him abandon his brutal actions.
Merlin the Sorcerer and Morgan Le Fay grapple with a magical spy within the walls of Caerleon Castle, a Kentish Wizard by the name of Ivorwulf. Meanwhile the elusive faeries have their own plans for the intruder.
Live through bloody battles and other-worldly machinations as the actions of each group intertwine and write history in the year AD 517.
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Arthur was walking around the Round Table. There was nothing on it. The chairs were all at the side of the room. He looked at it as though he were seeing something though. A man appeared at the door and stood unsure if he was supposed to enter. Too afraid to speak, he waited for the King to notice that he was there.
Arthur looked up impatiently, waiting for the man that he’d summoned, and found him standing at the door.
“Excellent, come in,” he said with a ‘come here’ gesture of his right hand. The man walked quickly across the floor and then bowed deeply. He was still a little too intimidated to actually say anything so he simply rose from his bow and gave the King a look as if to ask, what is it?
“It is said that ye hath traveled the length and breadth of this land, selling your clay pots and statues carved from wood and stone,” Arthur said. “Your skill is in great demand. I am fortunate to hath ye in Caerleon Castle at this time.”
Arthur’s small speech gave nothing away and forced the man to respond, although he didn’t know exactly what he was responding too.
“Mine thanks, King Arthur. I am humbled to be in thine presence.” Then he asked, “Is there something that I can carve in stone or wood for ye?”
“Clay,” replied Arthur.
“Surely” said the artist,” There is plenty of it in the ground to the east of the Castle. What is it that ye would like me to mold mine King; a likeness of thine regal head?” guessed the man.
“A map of Britain, covering the Round Table” he said, whilst motioning to the large structure. The man was immediately intrigued. He looked more closely at the table. It was large. Certainly, large enough to seat all of Arthur’s twenty-four Knights around it and still leave room for the Queen and the two Caerleon magicians. This was quite an undertaking, one that filled the man with anticipation.
“A wondrous idea, Sire. I do not know of the like anywhere in the country; ’twill be unique in the land.” He was clearly relishing the idea of the new commission.
“Then ye will do it?” asked the King. In the sculptor’s mind there was no-doubt.
“Aye, mine King, I will!”