Devotion

He grew old and grey and weathered as he wandered the lands, waiting; waiting for the time when he would be called to act. He had no name, no home, few friends and no family, but he wasn't lonely. He travelled to where the winds blew him, and he never stayed long, but a little bit of him remained behind whenever he left: his patience, his joy and his kindness were influences that continued to be felt long after his departure.

Did the Fates ever rue the path they had set the man on all those long years ago? Possibly, for they were also the ones to ensure that the stories of his devotion to his King were carried down through the mists of time.

Names and deeds may be forgotten, but one man would be remembered forever. His name: Merlin.