It was later that same 日 and they were sitting up in their leaky tower, although it had now stopped raining, for the foreseeable future. Archimedes had retreated to his house in a huff after Belle had dried him off, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. Now she poured her uncle a cup of 茶 and one for herself.
“The boy needs to learn about survival instincts,” Merlin replied, smacking his lips as he took a sip of tea.
“Hasn’t he been through enough today?” Belle smiled. “I’m just glad Archimedes was there to rescue him.”
“A legend is sung Of when England was young And knights were 《勇敢传说》 and bold The good king had died And no one could decide Who was rightful heir To the throne
It seemed that the land Would be torn 由 a war Or saved 由 a miracle Of old And that miracle appeared In 伦敦 town The sword in the stone...”
The old legend of the sword in the stone was known throughout the land, but it was also forgotten. Many had tried to pull the great weapon from the stone, and all had failed. Thus, the legend had been forgotten and Britain had been without a king for almost twelve years. The lands were divided up and ruled...