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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

I saw it all. It was my first great battlefield, and I am not ashamed that it was almost my last. My battles were not fought with sword and spear. If it comes to that, I had already had a hand in the winning of Kaerconan before I ever reached it; and when I did reach it, was to find myself playing the very part that Uther had once, in jest, assigned to me.

I had ridden with Cadal as far as Caerleon, where we found a small body of Ambrosius’ troops in possession of the fortress, and another on its way to invest and repair the fort at Maridunum. Also, their officer told me confidentially, to make sure that the Christian community—“all the community,” he added gravely, with the ghost of a wink at me, “such is the Commander’s piety—” remained safe. He had been detailed, moreover, to send some of his men back with me, to escort me to Ambrosius. My father had even thought to send some of my clothes. So I sent Cadal back, to his disgust, to do what he could about Galapas’ cave, then rode north-east with the escort.

We came up with the army just outside Kaerconan. The troops were already deployed for battle and there was no question of seeing the commander, so we withdrew, as instructed, to the western hill where the men of the South Welsh tribes eyed one another distrustfully over swords held ready for the Saxons below. The men of my escort troop eyed me in something the same manner: they had not intruded on my silence on the ride, and it was plain they held me in some awe, not only as Ambrosius’ acknowledged son, but as ‘Vortigern’s prophet’—a title which had already stuck to me and which it took me some years to shed. When I reported with them to the officer in charge, and asked him to assign me a place in his troop, he was horrified, and begged me quite seriously to stay out of the fight, but to find some place where the men could see me and know, as he put it, “that the prophet was here with them”. In the end I did as he wished, and withdrew to the top of a small rocky crag hard by where, wrapping my cloak about me, I prepared to watch the battlefield spread out below like a moving map.