“She simply grows old, sir, as we all must do. But she still breathes, and so Merlin’s work lingers.” “Now a little of this comes back to me,” Axl said. “I remember Merlin’s work here and dark it was too.” “Dark, sir?” said Gawain. “Why dark? It was the only way. Even before that battle was properly won, I rode out with four good comrades to tame this same creature, in those days both mighty and angry, so Merlin could place this great spell on her breath. A dark man he may have been, but in this he did God’s will, not only Arthur’s. Without this she-dragon’s breath, would peace ever have come?
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