An Embarrassing Question Part I
Emrys. Arthur had researched what Merlin's other name meant. And Merlin also knew the lost tale of his sword. A tale that dated back to the time of the ancient king, Bruta.
Arthur knew it was probably rude, but he had to ask.
"Merlin, I have another… question about you. If you don't mind me asking…"
"Yes?"
"How old are you?"
Merlin frowned.
"I thought you might mind," Arthur said reluctantly.
"No, it's just… why do you ask?"
"I… know what your other name means. And you knew the ancient tale of my sword."
Merlin looked bewildered. "Arthur, I'm twenty-six."
