From 21 Lessons of Merlyn Chapter 9: The Challenge Then at last, On Mid-Summers Day, my patience, or impatience, was rewarded. I spied Merlyn approaching the island astride a Black Horse! Sliding down a shortcut of steep banks overgrown with silk grass, I ran, elated, to greet the man who was my mentor, brother, father, best friend, all in one. (The intensity of excitement I felt at each visit is difficult to capture in an afterthought, for I was a lad desperately in wont of escape from a world which I knew I did not belong. And upon that day, I am certain that I wore such feelings across my face like an open book
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