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Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Preface
  3. Title page
  4. Dedication page
  5. MAPS
  6. Prologue: THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS
  7. Book I: THE DOVE
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. Book II: THE FALCON
  21. CHAPTER ONE
  22. CHAPTER TWO
  23. CHAPTER THREE
  24. CHAPTER FOUR
  25. CHAPTER FIVE
  26. CHAPTER SIX
  27. CHAPTER SEVEN
  28. CHAPTER EIGHT
  29. CHAPTER NINE
  30. CHAPTER TEN
  31. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWELVE
  33. Book III: THE WOLF
  34. CHAPTER ONE
  35. CHAPTER TWO
  36. CHAPTER THREE
  37. CHAPTER FOUR
  38. CHAPTER FIVE
  39. CHAPTER SIX
  40. CHAPTER SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER NINE
  43. CHAPTER TEN
  44. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  45. CHAPTER TWELVE
  46. Book IV: THE RED DRAGON
  47. CHAPTER ONE
  48. CHAPTER TWO
  49. CHAPTER THREE
  50. CHAPTER FOUR
  51. CHAPTER FIVE
  52. CHAPTER SIX
  53. CHAPTER SEVEN
  54. CHAPTER EIGHT
  55. CHAPTER NINE
  56. CHAPTER TEN
  57. Book V: THE COMING OF THE BEAR
  58. CHAPTER ONE
  59. CHAPTER TWO
  60. CHAPTER THREE
  61. CHAPTER FOUR
  62. CHAPTER FIVE
  63. CHAPTER SIX
  64. CHAPTER SEVEN
  65. CHAPTER EIGHT
  66. CHAPTER NINE
  67. CHAPTER TEN
  68. The Legend of Merlin
  69. Author’s Notes
  70. Acknowledgements
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Mary Stewart

The King turned then to look at me. It must be a measure of what had happened in the cavern yesterday, that the priests still kept silent, and the King was clearly waiting, not for an excuse, but an explanation.

God knows I had had plenty of time to think, all through that long, cold silent vigil, but I knew that thinking would not help me. If he was with me, he would come now. I looked down at the puddles where the last red light of sunset lay like blood. I looked up across the crag where stars could be seen already stabbing bright in the clear east. Another gust of wind was coming; I could hear it tearing the tops of the oaks where Cadal would be waiting.

“Well?” said Vortigern.

I took a step forward to the edge of the platform. I felt empty still, but somehow I would have to speak. As I moved, the gust struck the pavilion, sharp as a blow. There came a crack, a flurry of sound like hounds worrying a deer, and a cry from someone, bitten short. Above our heads the King’s banner whipped streaming out, then, caught in its ropes, bellied like a sail holding the full weight of the wind. The shaft, jerked sharply to and fro in soft ground loosened further by the thrown bucketful of water, tore suddenly free of the grabbing hands, to whirl over and down. It slapped flat on the sodden field at the King’s feet.

The wind fled past, and in its wake was a lull. The banner lay flat, held heavy with water. The white dragon on a green field. As we watched, it sagged slowly into a pool, and the water washed over it. Some last faint ray from the sunset bloodied the water. Someone said fearfully, ‘An omen,’ and another voice, loudly, “Great Thor, the Dragon is down!” Others began to shout. The standard bearer, his face ashen, was already stooping, but I jumped off the platform in front of them all and threw up my arms.

“Can any doubt the god has spoken? Look up from the ground, and see where he speaks again!”

Across the dark east, burning white hot with a trail like a young comet, went a shooting star, the star men call the firedrake or dragon of fire.