Corbenic

Chapter Twenty-seven

No one should repeat or describe the great wonders he encountered, which gave him many fearful moments. Anyone who does so will be sorry, for they are part of the mystery of the Grail.

1st Continuation

Shadow turned from the window and came to the edge of the bed. “When we pulled you out of the lake you weren’t even breathing. Hawk and Kai worked on you for at least five minutes. We thought you were dead, Cal.” She sat on the tie-dyed coverlet, and took his raw, scuffed fingers, trying to pin down the change in his face, understand the story he’d told her.

“Maybe I was,” he said.

She smiled wryly. “What did you see when you drank? Visions? Dreams?”

“I can’t tell you. Not that.”

Outside a soft drizzle was bringing the cherry blossom down in drifts in the abbey grounds. Easter bells were ringing from the church in the High Street. The Company had lit a fire; its smoke drifted through the van.

“And the Waste Land. Is it healed?”

Cal lay back and looked at her. “I think it must be,” he whispered.

And thus it is told of the Castle of Wonders.