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He had peculiar dreams along the way. Most vague. In his mindâs eye he was in a forest. He was traveling through it with a beautiful, yet filthy woman who was always hiding her face from him with either a hood or her matted hair. As he tried to get peeks at her face, she evaded him more. Her eyes were changeable, shifting in colors and even shape. Sometimes they were elvish glassy with no irises at all, but pure shiny black like obsidian. Other times they were a mixture of catâs eyes, falcon eyes, and owl eyes. And her matted hair had flowers growing in it, as if her long curls were the roots. For some reason he found that entrancing. She often spoke to him, calling him Sir Knight, which he had not heard since he had left the other world. And when he woke with the jostling of the bus, he felt an excruciating longing for her as if he had been separated from her for ages and was finally going back to her.
When the bus arrived at the Wells station, he staggered off into the dim light, feeling achy. Yet, as he managed his feet, Daniel still appreciated that it was a bus he was riding and not a horse. Though he was fond of horses, he was not so insanely fond of them as Eddie to forget the piles that had formed on his rear from the constant riding they had done as knights. Or the bow-leggedness. The bus was also a smoother ride. One could not sleep on a horse. Yet, it took a bit to get his feetâand he was glad to be walking again.
Daniel had already booked a room at the White Hart Inn, following the GPS on his phone to get there. In the dark, he walked down the roads towards the old cathedral where he saw an old stone arch. The hotel was across from it. He checked in. And as much as he desired to crash directly in his single bed, Daniel went downstairs to get something to eat first.
It was a quaint place. It had simple old world character which he was sure made tourists happy. Yet when he sat down at a table, Danielâs hand felt warm, stung almost. He casually looked around as that meant that indeed an elf, or some other supernatural being, was near. He was on the right track at least.
But he was too tired to go searching yet. It was best to get comfortable and take in the lay of the area. Besides, the Elfâif she had sensed himâmight approach him if he remained a non-threat. That would even be better. It certainly would save him time.
As soon as he could get a menu, Daniel asked for whatever was being served that eveningâwhich in this case was steak and kidney pie. The waitress was pretty, but not an elf. And for that matter, the strength of the burn had ebbed. If the Elf had been there, she had left. His hand had gone a dull warm again.
Daniel watched the waitress return to the kitchens with his order, wondering how to go about his search in the town. He had done only a tiny bit of research on elves connected to Glastonbury. He had found one report that occurred ages ago, long before he was born, but that was it. He would have to talk to the mayor or the town council to find out if any of the stories were true, and how well the Elf was hiding herself. Some elves never let on what they were. Others were local legends that only got whispered among locals. She seemed the latter for some reason.
âYou,â a man sitting at the bar said, gesturing to Daniel, âSânot tourist season. What brings ya to Wells?â
The man had the look of a potato gone bad. Under his straw hair, he had lumps and bumps on his face, wrinkles, and little growths coming out of him. He had all his teeth, though they were yellow with receding gumsâa possible heavy smoker or a guy who just did not understand flossing. Daniel looked around to make sure the man was talking to him and not someone else. A romantic couple sat in the corner at a table, but that was it. Everyone else had gone.
âSorry?â Daniel said, âI didnât get that?â
The man lifted up his glass of beer and carried it over to Danielâs table, setting it down as he scooted into Danielâs chair. âI said, it sânot tourist season. Whatâcha doinâ âere?â
Blinking at him, Daniel shrugged. âUh, Iâm a student researcher in mythology and mysticism. I heard a rumor about an elf in this vicinity, and Iâve come to find how much truth is in it.â
âAhâŠâ The man shook his head, the lumps up close, his breath like beer, though his body odor was akin to a cistern, and rotting moss. And a tinge of hedgerow berries. âYou can do better than that.â
Shuddering, Daniel grabbed the manâs ear. âRobin!? Whatâd you do? Follow me?â
âOW! Leggo! I knew where you were goinâ now didnât I?â the old mossy, lumpy man protested, smelling less bad, but only just. It was all that faerie glamour, and Robin Goodfellow was an expert. âI sent you âere.â
Letting go, Daniel huffed. âAlright. But I thought you wanted to keep out of it.â
âI changed me mind,â the elf in disguise said, rubbing his sore ear. âBut this certainly isnât the way to start, is it?â
âWhat?â Daniel protested. âGetting dinner? Iâm famished.â
Moaning, the lumpy shape of Robin Goodfellow slumped in his seat. âFine. Order me some too then, would you?â
Chuckling, Daniel did, looking for the waitress. There was no point in starving an elf.
The waitress had shot the lumpy smelly form a disgusted glance as she walked away with that order, and also when she came back. Daniel winked at her when she left again.
As they ate, mostly in silence, Robin whispered to Daniel some details he had left out previouslyâdetails about the Elfâs recent life from that past century.
âKidnapped?â Daniel finally gasped between bites, enthralled over Robinâs almost graphic-novel level of description. âHow long ago?â
âOh⊠I dunno.â Lumpy Robin shrugged, going all cockney in his act. âA few decades ago. The eighties, I think. Thatâs a blip in time for an elf, âardly even a second ago. Before that, it was a lousy university that exposed âer existence, put âer life in danger and nearly destroyed everything. She âad to rebuild and really only ended up with a couple of trees. The incident is all sort of hushed-hushed now. They pretend sheâs not âere, but just a regular pleb.â
âWhich is why she wonât like strangers,â Daniel murmured with a nod. He then eyed Robin. âSo⊠why didnât you just let her go wild on me, and just sit back and laugh? I know youâd find it funny.â
âWouldnât.â Robin stuffed more steak-and-kidney pie into his mouth, chewing with enjoyment. Daniel always found it interesting that elves were not vegans, or even vegetarian. Not that he was, but it blew away some modern tropes that were being pushed in the world about being eco-friendly. Elves did not abuse nature. They thrived in it. But they loved eating meat.
Daniel smirked. âOh, come on. I know you like a good joke.â
Yet Robin shook his head again, pointing his fork at Daniel. âA good joke, yes. But her attacking you would not be a good joke. Rather, it would be a bad one.â
Daniel colored. âBecause of who I am?â
Robin shook his head, digging into his steak-and-kidney pie again. âBecause I like you. And there are very few mortals I like these days. Iâd hate to see her kill you.â
Something in Danielâs stomach seemed to drop. He knew elves messed with peopleâs heads, and this could be Robinâs revenge for getting him to reveal the Elfâs location in the first place, yet Daniel had a feeling Puck was being honest here.
âThanks,â he murmured.
Robin nodded, smirking. That look again made Daniel think of Tom Brown.
After a few more bites, finishing off the steak-and-kidney pie, Robin said, âSo, Mr. Speedy, youâve rushed âere and you intend to quickly maike friends with my friend. Is that yer âole plan?â
Daniel shook his head. âI had a more delicate plan intended. I had intended to do a student inquiry like Iâve always done. Speak with the locals. Talk with the magistrates if I have to. But Iâm getting the feeling these people wonât be as helpful as my previous contacts. Do you have a suggestion?â
Dirty, cockney-Robin nodded. âYeah. I introduce ya to âer.â
Daniel perked up. âReally? Youâd do that for me?â
Robin shook his head, leaning back in his chair, dropping the cockney. âNo. Iâd do that for her.â
His whole body felt warm. Daniel just hoped it was not an elvish prank. âAlright. First thing tomorrow?â
Robin shook his head. âNo. You do your scouting first. Play it your way, as maybe they wonât want you disturbing an elf they have been placating. Besides, I havenât been back in a while, and she might even be angry with me. I gotta test the waters first.â
Daniel thought on this for a moment. Of course, Puck could also be going ahead to warn her. He could not rely on this elf really.
âOk, Hasty Harry?â Robin asked, watching him carefully.
Nodding, Daniel agreed. âAlright. But, uh, the name is Swift.â
Robin Goodfellow laughed, grinning wide.
Second Lecture
Chapter Four
âMerlinâs eventual downfall was due to his insatiable lust for a woman. The woman was either Niviane, a daughter of the king of Northumberland, or the Lady of the Lake herself,â Prof. Birtwhistle lectured magnanimously from the bottom of the room, his PowerPoints full of fascinating imagery and facsimiles enough to keep even the most bored student interested.
He had already discussed the story of the grail, its validity and variants in the previous class, and had avoided Peterâs research questions despite the âAmerican footballerâs exhausting persistenceâ. Peter was starting to believe Prof. Birtwhistle was Prof. Moriarty, or at least a projection of. Either way, after all that, Peter decided instead to let the law of harvest take its course with the arrogant man. He kind of wanted to see which faeries or goblins would mess with the professor. He was even thinking about Daniel inviting over Puck to do the honors. It would be fun to watch.
However, after sitting through the third lecture, Peter could see why Prof. Taylor thought this proud man was a degree macabre rather than just a fool messing in the supernatural. He noticed the man wore various symbols Peter had only seen among the Middleton Village witchesâsymbols connected to their craft. It occurred to Peter that maybe prof. Birtwhistle was a witch. It certainly explained the manâs mocking hostility, not just to him, but to the SRA who hunted for witchcraft evidence to end dangerous covens. With this in mind, Peter attempted to see what the professorâs interest in Merlin and elves really was about. Perhaps he wanted to become a Merlin, or to have his power.
âDuring Nivianeâs stay in King Arthurâs court,â the professor pontificated, âMerlin fell in love with her. It is said she was frightened of his power. She believed
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