Chapter 2: Waterwedge Mill

"So where are you lost towards?" the barkeep asked.

"I was looking for a town not far from Ealdor, a place called Waterwedge Mill?" Merlin answered.

The barkeep gave him a funny look.

"You're joking, right?" he asked.

"Dead serious." Merlin replied.

"You are joking." The barkeep said wonderingly.

"I'm not!" Merlin protested. This man was bothering him.

"Look, kid. Waterwedge is nearly twenty day's walk from here."

"My name is not kid. You may call me Merlin." He said indignantly. Then he slumped a little. "I really am in trouble this time, aren't I?"