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Merlin raises his staff on a hillfort rampart as a helicopter descends from the storm

Merlin calls the thunder over Camelot

The fortieth night of the siege of Camelot. The gate is splinters, the wells are low, and on the last wall Merlin asks the storm for help. What answers is not a dragon and not a demon: a made thing, from a timeline of iron.

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No bridge of causes leads to the timeline recorded here. The atlas keeps it anyway, filed among the fables, because some nights ask what power is for. On this night the Saxon host has ringed Camelot for forty days. The gate hangs in splinters, the wells are low, and the king's men count arrows instead of hours. On the last wall, in the rain, the old counsellor Merlin raises his staff to a storm that has been circling the fort like a living thing. He asks it for help in a language older than Britain.