The King Awakes [antikvár]

The SoldierIn Camlann in the Forest the boy blew his horn. A grazing deer raised its head and listened, ready to run. Birds called warning. The sleeping man stirred.Before he opened his eyes he felt the leaves sour on his face and moss against his cheek. A wood? No, a cave or a hollow beneath a tree, for thin roots had wound themselves in his hair. He was tired. His limbs ached, his head ached, his body was sore, he was thirsty. He crawled painfully to the opening and brushed aside the leaves. Too bright! He sat back, gasping, his eyes closed again. He would have liked to have slept longer. How long had he slept? A hundred, a thousand years, or just one night? An hour perhaps?The sound of the horn. A boar hunt? That was it.11