It was only when she started rummaging for a bottle under the bar that it suddenly occurred to me to wonder how I was going to pay for it, along with all the other drinks we'd already consumed. Whatever they used for currency in the sixth century, I sure as hell hadn't brought any with me. I stuck my hands in my coat pockets, out of habit, and to my surprise discovered a heavy bag of coins I certainly hadn't put there. I pulled out the leather bag and opened the drawstrings, and blinked stupidly at a whole mess of gold and silver coins.
'Now that's impressive,' said Suzie. 'What did you do, pick someone's pocket at the Londinium Club?'
'Didn't think of that,' I said. 'But luckily, it seems Old Father Time thinks of everything.'
I offered Hebe one of the larger gold coins, and she bit it expertly between her back teeth before accepting it with a smile. In return I received a slender glass phial of a pale blue liquor and absolutely no change. Bright sparks of light sputtered on and off in the slowly stirring liquor.
'Angel's Tears,' said Hebe, wrinkling her adorably pert nose. 'Awful stuff. It's only drinkable for a short period, then it goes off, and we have to bury it in consecrated ground.'
'I want to try some of that,' said Suzie.
'No you don't,' I said very firmly. 'This is for Merlin.' I looked at Hebe. 'What's his current state of mind?'
'Dangerous,' said Hebe. 'I don't think he's said half a dozen words to anyone since the King died. He's been here drinking for three solid weeks now. Doesn't eat, doesn't sleep. No-one bothers him, because if they do, he turns them into ... things.'
'What kind of things?' Tommy said warily.
'I'm not sure if they have a name or designation, as such,' Hebe said judiciously. 'But whatever they are, they don't look at all happy about being it. If I had to describe them, I'd say ... ambulatory snot creatures.'
'Maybe you'd better talk to Merlin alone, Taylor,' said Tommy, and Suzie nodded solemnly.
'I wouldn't recommend talking to him at all,' said Hebe. 'The witch Nimue is the only one who can do anything with him these days.'
I looked quickly at Suzie and Tommy. We all knew that name. The legendary traitorous witch Nimue, who captivated Merlin's heart, then stole it, ripping it literally out of his chest. The witch who seduced and betrayed Merlin while his defences were down and condemned him to death.
'Let's go and talk to the drunken dangerous sorcerer,' I said. 'Before things get even more complicated.'
'Would you like to leave any message for your next of kin?' said Hebe.
'Don't worry about us,' said Suzie. 'We can be pretty dangerous, too, when we put our minds to it.'
We turned and looked at Merlin Satanspawn, and it was like looking at a wild animal that had eaten its keeper and burst out of its cage.
'After you,' said Tommy.
We headed towards Merlin's table in the corner. The bar got very quiet as they realised what was happening.
I raised my gift almost but not quite to the point of manifesting, just in case, and I could feel Tommy doing the same. Suzie already had a grenade in one hand, with one finger slipped casually through the ring-pull. And then Merlin turned suddenly and looked at us, and it was like walking into a brick wall. All three of us slammed to a halt, held where we were, transfixed by the flames leaping in his eye-sockets. Everyone in the whole bar held their breath. And then I slowly held up the phial of Angel's Tears, so Merlin could see it clearly, and his mouth twitched briefly in something like a smile. I took a deep breath and moved forward again, but Suzie and Tommy remained where they were, unmoving. I stopped short of the table and gave Merlin my best hard stare. Never let the bastards see you're intimidated.
'Let my friends go, Merlin. They're part of what I have to say to you.'
Merlin actually raised an eyebrow. 'I've killed men for speaking to me in that tone of voice, just to watch them die. Why should I indulge you, boy?'
'Because I'm Lilith's only son. And we half-breeds should stick together.'
He nodded slowly, though whether he was impressed by my brass nerves or my mother's name was hard to tell. I grabbed a chair and sat down opposite him. Suzie and Tommy moved cautiously forward and chose to stand behind me. I was grateful for their presence. I've bluffed some powerful Beings with an empty hand before, but this was Merlin Satanspawn, dammit. I was glad I was sitting down, so he couldn't see my legs shaking under the table. I offered him the phial of Angel's Tears, and he wrapped a huge hand around it and hefted it thoughtfully. He pulled the cork out with his large, blocky teeth and poured the heavy blue liquor into the silver goblet before him. The stuff smelled awful. Merlin noticed my reaction and smiled unpleasantly.
'It's an acquired taste. Much like angel flesh. Talk to me, Lilith's son. What do you want with me?'
I introduced myself and my companions, and gave him the quick expurgated version. He nodded now and again, seeming more interested in his drink. The rest of the bar was still watching us, but the general chatter had begun again, now it was clear there weren't going to be any sudden and unfortunate transformations in the immediate future. I finished my tale, and Merlin nodded slowly.
'Interesting story,' he said. 'If I cared, I'd be impressed. But I don't care about anything, any more. Not since ... he died. He was the best of us all. He gave me my faith in Humanity. He made me a better person, just by believing I was; and I would rather have died than disappoint him. Now he's gone, because I failed him, when he needed me most. The dream I dreamed is over; his dream of Reason and Respect for all, of Might for Right. A brief light, in a dark age.'
He was still brooding over that when King Arthur appeared out of nowhere. I knew it was he. It couldn't have been anyone else. Arthur, the Great Bear of Briton, standing suddenly before our table, a huge blocky man in well-polished armour, under heavy bearskins and leather strappings. The sword at his side shone with supernatural brilliance. He had a strong, kind, somewhat sad face, but there was something about him... a natural majesty, a solid and uncompromising honour, a simple goodness, strong and true ... I would have followed him to the gates of Hell and back. All across the bar, people knelt to him. Human and inhuman, they bent the knee and bowed the head to the one and only man they all worshipped and feared and adored. King Arthur of the Britons.
I slipped off my chair and knelt and bowed, too, along with Suzie and Tommy. It never occurred to me to do anything else.
Even though he wasn't really there. We could all tell he wasn't really, physically, present in Avalon. His image was only intermittently solid and complete, wavering from un-felt breezes, and sometimes you could see right through him. But he wasn't a ghost; there was a definite vitality to the man. He burned with life, with purpose, and with majesty. No, this was a sending, a mental projection of his image, his self, from some other place. He seemed distracted, unfocussed, looking vaguely about him, though his gaze always returned to Merlin, sitting at his table.
'Merlin,' said Arthur, and his voice came from far and far away, like a whisper in a church gallery. 'Old friend, old mentor. I have come a long way to find you. I sent word to every place I thought you might be, but you were at none of them. You've gone after her, haven't you? Even though I told you not to. It is the night before my greatest battle, and I have taken to my tent alone, that I might go dream walking, in search of you.' He smiled, kindly, sadly. 'You tried so hard to teach me magic, but I never had the gift for it. So I had to settle for being a soldier, and a King. I always wondered if perhaps I disappointed you, in that.'
'No,' said Merlin. 'You never disappointed me, Arthur. Never.'
'But time is short, and my need is desperate, so I turn back to old, half-remembered lessons, of sendings and dream walkings. And here I am, and here you are. Wherever this is. I can't see anything clearly but you, old friend. I need your help, for the battle tomorrow. My son Mordred has raised a great force against me. Perhaps the largest army this land has ever seen. I have called together all my knights and all my soldiers, and all good men and true; and still I fear it will not be enough. My son ... and I know you never accepted him as my son, but a man knows his own blood ... My son Mordred has summoned up creatures ancient, vile, and powerful to stand with him. I need you, Merlin. I need your magic, your power. Why aren't you here?'
'Because I was busy,' said Merlin. 'Busy indulging myself in my greatest failing; my hunger for revenge.'
'I can see you, but I can't hear you,' said Arthur. 'Merlin! Merlin!'
'You got the time-co-ordinates mixed up again,' said Merlin. 'You never were any good at mathematics, boy.
