The Return of Arthur

Merlin was still fretting about his magic when both Kilgharrah and a cold blast of wind coming off the lake blasted through the front door. “I bought some bagels for us Emrys,” He plopped the brown bag onto the coffee table and sat down beside the old warlock.

Before Kilgharrah could disrupt his train of thought any further, Merlin said, “I must be young again Kilgharrah. Arthur needs me to be young again.” He smiled approvingly at the old man and lightly clapped him on the shoulder, “There’s the Merlin I remember.”