Nightside 11 - A Hard Days Knight

uncomfortably low ceiling. Hundreds of graves stretched away before us in more or less neat rows, just mounds of earth with simple, unadorned headstones.
    “So many graves,” said Kae. “Since I was here last.”
    “My family,” said Alex, quietly, bitterly. “Bound to the bar forever, to serve Merlin’s will.”
    “Trust me,” said Kae. “I understand how you feel. Merlin always was a great one for doing what was necessary, and to hell with whoever got caught up in his plans. Even Arthur couldn’t escape Merlin’s designs, not even after he was dead. A man should be free of responsibilities after he’s dead.”
    He led the way forward, looking this way and that, and finally stopped before two graves, neither of which had a headstone. One mound of earth had been broken open from within, the grave dirt thrown in all directions, from when Merlin had come out of his grave one last time, to face my mother, Lilith, in battle, and die his final death at her hands. The huge silver crucifix, which had been laid on his grave at some point in the past, to hold him in it, had been thrown carelessly to one side. We all stood at the side of the empty grave, looking down, as though we needed to be sure there was no-one in it. Everyone, except Kae. He only had eyes for the other grave.
    “Merlin made sure that Arthur could not be brought back unless Excalibur was present,” he said finally. “He placed part of Arthur’s soul inside the blade, as a wizard or a witch might place his or her heart somewhere else, somewhere more secure ... That’s why Arthur couldn’t be completely killed at Logres. Though that bastard Mordred tried hard enough.”
    “What did happen to Excalibur, after the battle?” I said.
    “I took it,” said Kae. “To keep it safe. A sword like that could make anyone King, whether he was worthy or not, just by possessing it. I knew even then that only Arthur could be trusted with Excalibur. Several others had already picked it up off the battle-field; but none of them could hold on to it. They were not worthy. They all but burned their hands off touching the hilt. I wasn’t worthy, either, but I still picked the sword up and carried it off the battle-field, in my bare hands. It burned, how it burned ... but that was my penance. For surviving.
    “The Lady of the Lake appeared to me then, in a vision, and called me to bring Excalibur to her at a nearby lake. I walked through thick mists to find it, and when I went back there sometime later, the mists were gone, and so was the lake. I threw the blade out over the still waters ... No hand came up to grasp it. The sword simply disappeared into the lake and was gone. Didn’t even leave a ripple behind it. The Lady had taken it back.” He smiled briefly. “Gaea always did have a soft spot for Arthur. While he lived, the King and the Land were one, each empowering the other. And since the sword was always Gaea’s, I like to think that all this time Arthur has been sleeping in her arms.”
    I gave him a moment, then moved in beside him. “What do we do now? Call his name? Summon him back from the great beyond?”
    “No,” said Kae. “No spells, no ceremonies. Give him the sword. When they are reunited, the King shall rise again.”
    And yet still he hesitated, scowling thoughtfully down at the earth mound before him. “It’s so long since I last saw him. So many centuries, living on and on because Merlin required it of me, keeping the secret, building the London Knights to keep Arthur’s great dream alive. And now ... I wonder what he’ll think of me when he sees what I’ve done with all those years. If he’ll approve, or say I missed the whole point. But it doesn’t matter. This is what I have waited for. This is my duty; and I’ve always known my duty. I taught him how to be a warrior; and he taught me how to be a man. Let’s do it.”
    Acting on Kae’s instructions, I drew Excalibur from its invisible scabbard on my back. Everyone made some kind of sound as the long, golden blade suddenly appeared, blazing brightly, driving back the dark in the cellars. I thrust the sword deep into the earth at the foot of the grave, and the blade seemed almost to drive on down, pulled by something rather than anything I did. I let go and stood back, and what was left of the blade pulsed with a fierce golden light. And then all the earth was suddenly gone from the grave, gone in a moment, leaving a long hole in the ground with a man stretched