Chapter 6 A true magician
Vortigern’s men bring Merlin to the hill. ‘Here’s the demon’s son!’ Morfran tells Vortigern.
‘Kill him. I can make a potion with his blood, and put it on the ground. Then you can finish your castle.’
‘Morfran’s my enemy! And he’s wrong!’ Merlin cries. ‘There are two dragons under the hill. I can see them through the ground.’
‘Dragons?’ Vortigern asks.
‘Yes,’ Merlin cries. ‘A red dragon and a white dragon. When they fight, the walls fall down.’
The dragons hear Merlin’s cries, and they come up angrily through the ground. They are fighting, and breathing fire and smoke
‘I can stop them!’ Morfran says. He pretends to do some magic, but he is not a true magician. The dragons breathe fire on Morfran, and kill him.
Merlin quickly changes the weather. Suddenly there’s a wall of rain in front of the dragons. They move up into the sky. When the rain goes, the dragons are far away.
‘You’re a true magician!’ Vortigern cries. He finishes his castle, and calls for Merlin. ‘Tell me about the future!’ the king says.
Merlin closes his eyes. ‘You, Vortigern, die without any children,’ he answers. ‘Dark years of fighting come after that. Then I see a sword with magic light in it, a king with a wonderful castle, and his beautiful wife. I’m that king’s magician.’
‘Be my magician!’ Vortigern cries.
‘No,’ Merlin answers. ‘I must work more on my magic. I must be ready when my king and my country need me.’
Then Merlin changes into a hare, and runs away into the forest.