18) upendo Conquers All

Quasimodo burst open the door to cathedral bedroom with triumphant enthusiasm "WE DID IT BELLE WE'VE BEATEN THEM BACK COME AND SEE!!" He turned his head back toward her she wasn't moving "Belle wake up your salama now" he walked up to her bedside and brushed his hand across her face "Belle" but she still didn't songesha "Oh no" he went over to water bucket at her feet grabbing a spoonful of water he lifted her head but her lips didn't open. "Oh no" dropping the spoon and grabbing her hand but she was gone the gargoyles who had been watching shut the door behind them he grabbed...

“I’d give anything to be a knight on a white charger,” alisema Arthur. It was now late morning and Merlin, Belle and Arthur were strolling alongside the side of the moat that surrounded the castle. Belle had a feeling that whilst the moat didn’t look particularly deep, it probably was. Arthur had a stick in his hand and was pretending it was a sword, slicing at the long blades of nyasi that tickled their ankles.

Belle grinned and picked up a stick from the grass. “Oh, yes? Well, let’s see how much wewe know about sword fighting, Sir Arthur.” Then she and Arthur engaged in a quick...

“Now, boy,” alisema Merlin, addressing Arthur. “You can’t get kwa without a decent education, wewe know.”

“Oh, I suppose not sir,” stammered Arthur, trying to examine the sugarbowl, which indignantly whacked at his fingers with a teaspoon. “I mean, Merlin.”

“Sugar!” Belle reprimanded the bowl, which hopped away in a huff.

“So, I am going to be your tutor,” Merlin explained, opening one of his books.

“But I’ve got to get back to the castle,” Arthur said, quickly taking another biskuti for the road and getting to his feet. “They’ll want me in the kitchens.”

“Oh,...

“A legend is sung
Of when England was young
And knights were brave 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 kwa a war
Or saved kwa a miracle
Of old
And that miracle appeared
In London 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...