So when Accolon was dead Arthur let send him on an horse-bier, and said: Bear him to my sister Morgan le Fay, and say that I send her a present.
Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte D’Arthur
Foreword
I thought that I had met Prince Accolon before. I had not. When we were shipwrecked on Avalon there was boy with red hair, green eyes and an exquisite red coat who called himself Accolon. But he was lying. He was really Merlin the wizard, wearing the skin of a boy who had died years before.
After we left the island I didn’t think much of the past – we were fighting our war against Arthur, and after the war was done there was the peace to maintain, and new lives to make for those of us who survived. It is only now, many years later, that any of us have time to remember and record our pasts. But now I am old, and the past seems brighter than today.
Beside me I have the three histories Drift of the Lake wrote about our war. I read them often, but Drift leaves much out. He does not write of anything that he himself did not, in one way or another. I have come to think of it as my task to fill in the gaps Drift left so that the whole story is told.
This is the first of my tales, the true story of the boy whose face Merlin stole.
This, then, is the tale of Prince Accolon, written down as it was told to me by one who was there.
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Prince Accolon (A Children of the May Short Story - Book 1.5a)
FantasyA short story from the pages of The Children of the May saga... Young Prince Accolon and his friend Ontzlake travel through the lands of Gore, fantasizing about taking back their stolen birthrights. When a mysterious maiden offers Accolon a magical...
