“Now
then,” Oak said to my husband once the map had been brought up to
date. “I want you to point to all the places on this map that are
significant, in terms of legend and folklore.”
“Well,”
Edward replied, leaning over the map to scrutinise it, tapping it
with his finger. “The hospital there was built on ground that was
once known as Arthur's Rest.”
A
dark spot appeared on the map where his finger had been.
“Arthur's
Rest?” Oak inquired.
“Yes.
The legend has it that his army camped there on their way to Mount
Badon, where he fought his final battle.”
“Interesting,”
Oak replied, rubbing his chin in thought. “Two hours ago, a man
who has been catatonic for three years woke up and claimed he was
King Arthur, in Old English.”
