Young King Arthur
By John Pirillo
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Get ready for a wild ride into the early years of King Arthur's life!
From getting dunked in pig slop by giants to learning the lessons that would one day make him a great king, these short tales are full of adventure and excitement.
But that's not all - you'll also get to experience the magic of Merlin the Magician as he helps shape Arthur into the legend he's destined to become.
Don't miss out on this fun-filled journey through Arthurian lore!
John Pirillo
The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)
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Young King Arthur - John Pirillo
BOOK ONE: THE KING OF THREADS
Chapter One: The Sword in the Stone
"A light is never brightest when it is not needed the most, but always needed the most when it appears to be the dimmest. We must make our own Light, be our Light, and live in the Light so that we might light the Way for others to follow the path safely to the goal through life's school."
—Merlin
It was a dreary day for Arthur, dry and dreary. The harvest was due, and everyone, including the Lords and Ladies, were helping to make sure there would be enough food gathered for all. Even at the ripe old age of ten, going on eleven, Arthur knew the importance of obedience, and certainly doing his fair share of work. He pushed himself, knowing the danger of that, especially with the sickness that was making its rounds of the village. Some had even died of it, all young as he. They called it the work of the fluid demon. It would sneak into the chest of a young child and then drown him with water, so that he choked to death.
Arthur gave no credence to that kind of nonsense. He didn't believe in an illness that was a demon, though he could understand how it might be construed to be such. His world was a dark one in many ways, even though in the far lands it was spoken of those who could light a space with magic, no wood or oil being necessary. He smiled at that image. How was it possible to light up a space without wood or oil? Why such a force could destroy a man long before it lit a place up. Then he frowned, as his mind went further with the thought. Or maybe it was magic. There were many things magical in his world, so why not a light that cast no heat, and filled a room?
He sighed. Such idle thoughts only sought to divert him from his work and cause distress, as his mind was always seeking to fill itself with new thoughts, new information. He would lay awake at night many a time, striving to create order out of the chaos of the world he found himself living in, seeing how people could work for each other, instead of against each other. A world where the rich were as common as the poor folk and no poor folk were there at all. All shared equally with each other, the fruits of their labors a gift of love.
He sighed again. Wasn't going to happen. The Villagers saw nothing beyond a day's work and the Lords and Ladies saw no one beyond themselves.
He had decided to do his work outside, so as to have some kind of warmth and light. He was doing work now that required a finer weave, so his eyes needed to be able to see as clearly as possible. Not that he couldn't do the whole thing blind-folded by now. He just wasn't one to shirk details. He didn't want anything he did to be less than it could be. He didn't know where he had gotten that work ethic. Being just on the cusp of thirteen, the only thing he knew was that he was more emotional lately and that the village girls had suddenly gotten a bit more interesting to look at.
He shook those thoughts from his mind, causing his rag mop red hair to shake like Jell-O on his head. His sharp, piercing green eyes focused on the thread before him and the spread of lines on the loom, which was gradually taking on the shape of a wedding gown. An expensive one. At least a month's wages. For him that was a lot. For everyone in the village that was a lot. Their share of wealth had been diminishing over the last years as the Lords and Ladies and what seemed to be their unending greed was nurtured by the new King.
Problem was, the share of the villagers grew less each y ear and the share of the royalty seemed to grow larger each and every year since the Lord High King Pendragon had returned to the lands with the Dark Lady, as everyone called the horrible wife, he had become betrothed to. It was whispered in the dark when none were listening that the High King had once been a good man, but that he had been corrupted by his interest in the Dark Lady.
It was rumored that every husband she had married in the past had met a violent and dark death. No one said that openly, because those who did seemed to vanish without being heard from again, though some claim to have heard their screams of anguish from the deeper dungeons of the Dark Castle, as it was now called of the King.
Her true name was Lady Spellforth. She hailed from the fifth territory of Greater Breton, where the peoples trafficked in dark magic and slavery. It was rumored that many had formed unclean relationships with the dragons known to inhabit that foul piece of coast.
It hadn’t always been that way, not the coastal regions. They had been the height of purity during the High Lord Druid Kings reign. The Druids had been a wise and respected race of beings, not quite human and not quite inhuman, as the less educated were won’t to conjecture and discuss.
Arthur knew better than to wander into such dark territories of the mind. They only led to further confusion and certainly a great chance of being misunderstood by the Lord High King Pendragon’s consort, the Dark Lady. She was known to pick up the thoughts of any she passed as she desired. Most of the time she would wander through the lowly villages of Vandemere-Sooth, and not say a word, nor read a single thought, intent only on taking the most valuable jewels and unicorns she spotted. She was a notorious collector of both. It was rumored she spoiled the jewels with the blood of the unicorns, but Arthur was not wont to consider such things, as he knew a child, Belvedere, whose father worked in the High King’s Castle, and saw her parading the jewels about her neck, and sometimes riding the Unicorns about the wide and dirty hallways.
So Dark she might be, but not in that way, Arthur knew, so he ignored the lowly mutterings of the discontent around him, focusing instead on his own bounty of difficulties, such as managing his hands so as not to burn them with the turning of the wool through them that he turned into fine threads for the Courts, nor in getting his somewhat beat-up and hole-stricken boots in sloshes of mud and Unicorn droppings, not to mention the occasional Griffin pile, whose stench would usually warn him, but not always, when his mind was adrift in thoughts of far off places.
For Arthur was a dreamer. He, like many of the youth of his land, spent a large bounty of time in pilgrimages to the Sword of the Stone, found near the Great Sea Lake, where it was rumored a Great Mermaid Queen dwelled in her submarine Castle. It was also said it was she who plunged the beautiful sword into the stone, which as small as it was, could not be budged by even the largest of dragons. Myths claimed that the sword had mystic powers. That it could make a weak man strong, a great man mythic and a man of less wisdom a wise one...though Arthur had to laugh at the last. A fool remained a fool unless he sought enlightenment.
Not even the sword could be removed. Many had tried. There was even a saying among the poor of the villages that a Great Man, A High King of Kings, would pull the sword free and bring peace and prosperity to all the five territories of Greater Breton.
He sighed as he thought of how vast the lands were, but so disunited. If they only worked together, they could overthrow the High Lord King Pendragon and his burdensome taxes, which robbed the average man of any hope or solace.
The lands were at peace, a fragile one, held with the Giants on the side of New Garcon, the Dragon Lords of Jermen on the east coast, the savage Trolls on the west coast, and the inland hordes of the Yellow Purge, a crazy blending of magical creatures, led by what they believed to be a prophet of the New Age, but was really only a priest seeking to elevate his position through misinformation, terror of the unknown, and sorcery of the darkest bent.
Arthur knew many brave knights fought at that border, many succumbing to foul fates, and fouler deaths, in efforts to maintain the freedom of Greater Breton. It seemed to be an even balance of power at the moment, as his Uncle McClain told him every night, as if saying it so, would make it so. But he knew inside his mind that saying things wasn’t the same thing as them being true. There were truths, half truths, and lies, and a great many other things in-between which Arthur had been learning a bit too rapidly over the short span of his years.
One young villager named Marie Ander had cautioned Arthur that if he wasn't careful, he would grow a white beard and long gray hair soon if he didn't stop being so serious.
Arthur barked with laughter for a moment at that memory. He wasn't that serious, it's just that he felt things more deeply than others appeared to. For instance, he was helping Widow Constance with her wash one day. She had severe pains in her hands that were crippled up and gnarled. So, he washed her laundry and hung it for her, and then later pulled it down, and helped her fold it. She insisted on doing some things despite the pain. He cared deeply for her pain when she made that face, she did when her body rebelled and refused to work. He knew the pain was more mental than physical, but others would laugh at her look, thinking she was acting up a storm. He knew better. He had a part of him, he couldn't say why or what it was, that could feel what she was going through.
One time her pains were so bad, he had been caught off-guard and had collapsed in the mud beneath her hung clothes and screamed in pain. She had stumbled over to him and helped him up, even though he knew each step was killing her. She gritted her teeth and helped him anyway. He had learned a lot about her that day and himself. He had learned he not only wanted to save the Kingdom from the evil of the rich, but also to ease their pains. He wanted to be a healer and a warrior, which really confused him, as he saw no conceivable way for that to happen.