24. Dec, 2017

Merlin's Tree -- Part 3

And as he listened, little by little the robin’s voice turned into something more and more familiar, and Merlin thought he could make out the meaning of its singing… more than that, he could make out single words. Was he crazy? Or just lonely? Or both? As he asked himself these questions, the robin’s voice became clearer, warmer, like a woman’s coaxing voice.

“You are not crazy, Merlin,” it said, “do not be afraid. Listen.”

Merlin stood still like a hound pricking its ears, and the voice went on: “Come, Merlin. Follow me. You have come to the right place. Open the faery door, and come inside to the land where you will pick your destiny. For your dreams and courage have led you to this place and hour. Come, dear, follow the Queen of the Faery. Do not turn back, believe in your audacious self. It won’t be easy, but it will be worth it.”

As the wind blew, the voice subsided. Merlin looked around a moment longer, then he turned towards the tree. And there he saw it: a small, unassuming door carved into the bark of the mighty oak. He took the iron ring and knocked. As he did so, it opened with a squeak. He walked through.

He walked down a winding, narrow hall; it was dark and he could only see as far as two strides ahead, but he kept on walking, till he saw a small, clear opening into the distance. He walked. It seemed an endless distance. And as he proceeded, he saw, projected on the dark walls, sad scenes from his previous life. He stared hard at them, he marvelled, even, at their poignancy. At any moment, he could have turned back, but he kept on going. Step after step.

And as he listened, little by little the robin’s voice turned into something more and more familiar, and Merlin thought he could make out the meaning of its singing… more than that, he could make out single words. Was he crazy? Or just lonely? Or both? As he asked himself these questions, the robin’s voice became clearer, warmer, like a woman’s coaxing voice.

“You are not crazy, Merlin,” it said, “do not be afraid. Listen.”

Merlin stood still like a hound pricking its ears, and the voice went on: “Come, Merlin. Follow me. You have come to the right place. Open the faery door, and come inside to the land where you will pick your destiny. For your dreams and courage have led you to this place and hour. Come, dear, follow the Queen of the Faery. Do not turn back, believe in your audacious self. It won’t be easy, but it will be worth it.”

As the wind blew, the voice subsided. Merlin looked around a moment longer, then he turned towards the tree. And there he saw it: a small, unassuming door carved into the bark of the mighty oak. He took the iron ring and knocked. As he did so, it opened with a squeak. He walked through.

He walked down a winding, narrow hall, it was dark and he could only see as far as two strides ahead, but he kept on walking, till he saw a small, clear opening into the distance. He walked. It seemed an endless distance. And as he proceeded, he saw, projected on the dark walls, sad scenes from his previous life. He stared hard at them, he marvelled, even, at their poignancy. At any moment, he could have turned back, but he kept on going. Step after step.

 

TO BE CONTINUED...