Myrddin and his Tyro – part 1

Myrddin lifts his ebon travel leathers
engages the safetys
checks the arrays
both hidden and showing

She enters the silent room silently
He signals that he knows she is there
with a slight shift of his stance
much the same way he would shift his position
to defend against an assassin’s stealth attack

The difference being
that she would very likely leave unscathed

“Myrddin . . .””

“She speaks . . .
I am honored.”

“Don’t be like that.
Why are you behaving in this fashion””

He slides his gear into place
Turns to face her head on
A move seldom attempted
the tension level in the room skyrockets

“Myrddin. . .why””

“I love you.
I wanted you to love me.”

“I love you as a mentor.
Your wisdom rises above us
like a mountain above the plains.”

“You love me as Nimue loved Merlin
Seeking to learn all my spore
but withholding yourself.”

“Its creepy when you talk like that.”

Silence

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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