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Bran shakes his head as they turn through the courtyard and down the path toward the Tower. "My Da hardly even leaves the farm, let alone our village. Boarding school now's only the second time I've left Wales. Not counting the Nexus, of couse."

They're approaching what can only be the tower, because it is a tower -- Norman period, built of sandy coloured stone, with windows from time periods that don't match, a lawn that you could indeed play football on and an apple tree to one side of the path. Bran's not saying anything, waiting to see what Enzan thinks of it.

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I grew up in Europe, where the history comes from.

Eddie Izzard



There are worse things than looking stupid. Sleeping through life is one of them.

Laura Preble, The Queen Geek Social Club, 2006




My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

Edith Sitwell (1887 - 1964)




Conquer thyself, till thou has done this, thou art but a slave; for it is almost as well to be subjected to another's appetite as to thine own.

Sir Richard Francis Burton (1821 - 1890)




Live forever or die in the attempt.

Joseph Heller (1923 - 1999), Catch 22

It's a sunny afternoon in this part of the Nexus, specifically the garden in front of Will and Bran's tower. Will is mowing the lawn, away in the far corner, far enough to have passed out of earshot some time ago. All Bran can hear of him is the whirr of the old push-mower, and he is half dozing beneath the shade of the single apple tree, idly turning the pages of the copy of Henry V in front of him.

The quiet's appreciated -- things have been happening pretty quickly lately, and the opportunity to just recover from it all is nothing to sneeze at. Still -- Bran lets the book slide from his hands, looking at the path that leads past the Tower as if he can will someone to appear on it.

Given that his fingers have yet to heal, necessitating a large amount of inactivity on Bran's part, it's probably not surprising that he's had time to think. And well, being far more entertaining than his classwork or his classmates, the Nexus has occupied the majority of those thoughts. Not just think either -- Bran has come up with a plan.

This is why he is currently intent on dragging Will through the older, quieter parts of the Nexus. "I pointed him this direction," he says. "It was here we saw Mordred that second time -- all right then, first for you -- and it seems the right sort of place. Don't you think?"

"It's lacking one important detail," Will points out. "We're the only ones here." He looks around. "What did you say his name was?"

"Melou. I'm sure he's around here somewhere -- we just have to look."

Will obediently takes the path leading through the arch of a courtyard. "Come on, then."

((after this))

Bran felt a lurch in his chest as the battered farm truck containing his Da pulled off down the street. It was a long journey, and Owen Davies didn't like to make it, abhorring the traffic of London and the unnecessary effort. Much easier for Bran to take the train and Bran who'd been brought up to be practical agreed. But when, that morning, his father had glanced at the paper on the breakfast table without seeing it and said 'I think we'll drive to school,' Bran had felt a wild rush of love and gratitude for the quiet, undemonstrative shepherd, and though he'd said nothing had gone to put his bags in the truck immediately. They'd not talked much on the trip, they never had, but it was enough to let Bran know that things hadn't changed, that Owen Davies was and always would be Da, no matter who Bran's father was.

( His father had said other things too ... )