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Classes, schoolwork, chapel, classes, schoolwork, chapel: in the weeks since he met Kim Ford, Bran Davies has built his life around a neat, regimented system. He learned strategies for coping with the incomprehensible at his da's knee, after all.

Bran cannot keep the pattern forever, though. He has responsibilities at Milliways, and he is not sure that he will know when he is needed. Opening the bar door tonight, Bran scans the room for certain people.

Date: 2006-11-26 05:25 am (UTC)
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Here's one he might perhaps be looking for, at a table near the far wall. Will has tea and a notebook, but he seems to be paying half attention at best to the designs he's sketching there; his head rises when Bran steps through the door.

Date: 2006-11-26 05:33 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (pensive)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
Timing always has a hand in such matters, for it is at that moment that Merriman walks through the door that leads out to the lake. There is a touch of frost around the hem of his long dark overcoat -- he has been walking outside for some time, lost in thought in the chilly night air.

At the sight of Will at the table, and Bran walking through the door, his coat seems to shift and change very slightly. A heavy cloak now, worn over dark robes.

He does not stop at the bar for tea, but starts walking in the direction of Will's table at a steady, unhurried pace.

Date: 2006-11-26 05:48 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (servant of the Light)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
'There have been discussions.' Without a tea cup to hold, Merriman keeps his hands flat on the table before him for the moment. 'There appears to be one possible course of action that might be taken. It is by no means guaranteed, but it stands the best chance of success as a temporary solution to the situation.'

Date: 2006-11-26 05:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Will's gaze sharpens slightly, and his head tilts a fraction.

He doesn't ask aloud, because he doesn't have to.

Date: 2006-11-26 06:16 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (pensive)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
This is the point where the line between tact and plain-speaking must be drawn. Even with considerable experience in such matters, Merriman still finds it difficult to select an appropriate turn of phrase.

'The spells that hold the land together leave very few options available for consideration. In point of fact, a Pendragon must anchor the kingdom. In the absence of the king, the most logical and practical option is to establish some semblance of a regency.'

He holds Bran's gaze, serious and solemn.

'But it cannot be done without a complete understanding and acceptance of the position and the accompanying duty.'

Date: 2006-11-26 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, Will thinks, feeling as though puzzle pieces are whirling and slotting into new places inside his head. Oh, of course.

And yet--

I cannot come, my lord, said Bran on a Midsummer day five years ago.

And it was the right thing to do, for Bran and for the world. But You will be no longer the Pendragon, ever, Merriman warned him then. You will live and die as all men do. You must give up all chance of going out of Time with those of the Light...

Will's eyes flick from Bran to Merriman and back to Bran, and he is otherwise entirely still.

Date: 2006-11-26 07:02 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (lux aeterna)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
Bran Davies was not meant to remember who he was, either. It is stretching the Light's limited flexibility in such matters to deal with these contingencies -- but it is the contingencies that are the source of their hope, here and now.

'You are of the bloodline,' Merriman says simply. 'You are his son by birth, and you have power that you have been working to control and master in your own right. It is that blood connection and that power that present this option...but the magic of the land would have to be adjusted to you as much as possible. As it stands now, you would not be able to control it on your own.'

His gaze, clear and bright but unfathomably deep, turns to Will. 'A dampening, of sorts. Possible, but extremely complicated. It will require the full power of the Circle to ensure even a remote chance of success.'

Date: 2006-11-26 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The Circle of Old Ones in the land beyond the north wind is incomplete now, because one of their number still stands in the world of mortal men: the youngest and last, the watchman.

Will meets Merriman's eyes, Old One to Old One, and nods.

Date: 2006-11-26 07:46 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (lux aeterna)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
'This is only meant to be a temporary solution,' Merriman says, shaking his head. 'It has to be temporary. You could not hold the land together indefinitely, and you would not go there expecting to do so.'

He brings his hands together, then turns his wrists so that his palms are slightly cupped and facing upwards -- a small but no less meaningful gesture.

'Even if the summoning works across worlds, it is done with a very specific purpose. From what we know, the Warrior is needed for this great battle, one which seems to have all the hallmarks of a great final battle fought in a desperate situation. But no matter how the final battle ends, there is one point upon which the legends are quite clear -- Arthur Pendragon must return to the land beyond the sea.'

One way or another.

Date: 2006-11-26 08:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Will looks at Bran's white face for a long moment, in sober silence. There is a grave weight in his gaze, measuring and compassionate.

Then, quietly, "We would not be gone long from the world. Not even enough to be missed, however long it held in that other land. Time is more than fluid enough for that."

He isn't listening to Bran's thoughts -- he chooses not to, though even with Bran's own power perhaps he could. But Will knows Bran, and he knows Owen Davies.

Date: 2006-11-26 08:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Will's face is blank and sober still for just a moment -- and then his own grin flashes, sudden and boyish.

Date: 2006-11-26 08:49 am (UTC)
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (uncertain)
From: [personal profile] gramarye1971
Merriman...looks a little nonplussed for a moment at their reactions. It is perhaps a sign of how long he has spent outside the world that he had not taken that particular fear fully into account, and he sends Will a silent and wordless sense of thanks for addressing Bran's concern.

'With Milliways as a way-station, it will be easier to arrange,' he says. 'Time may pass in this place, but the both of you should be able to return without a noticeable absence.'


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