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Chapter Five
I went straight to my roo offin front of the flatscreen TV
On the way up tomy name over and over Now in my room, I realized how insane that sounded
Surely she hadn&039;t been writing otistical can one person be?
I expandedto include a trip to the bathroo the small section of space in front of the TV hard, the wooden floorboards squeaking rhythmically
Obviously, it had been another Ja lost lover Perhaps a war hero who had died on some distant battlefield Or perhaps he worked in a local Starbucks, a Jaood vanilla latte
Or perhaps it had been you
Yeah, right
I occasionally looked out the openThe sky beyond was much darker now In the far distance, I could still see the dark silhouette of St Michael&039;s Tower high upon Glastonbury Tor The sky beyond it was purplish-black
I sat down at the edge of h ers on the bedspread My dru
An electric energy continued pouring throughto her A part of me felt that I had missed an opportunity, that I was supposed to talk to her In fact, that sa room and finish what I had barely started To talk to her, to at least introduce myself
That part of lutton for punishuys like irls like her Guys like o to work, using their charh and playfully slap his ar
I was tired froh to sleep, apparently The woizedJamesover and over and over
So, after about ten or fifteen more minutes of this, I found my wrinkled jacket in one of the suitcases and left my room I headed downstairs and out into the cool dusk
I hit the streets, walking with my head down and my hands deep inthat had partially covered nearby Glastonbury Tor had now settled over the town I like fog I like rain, too Maybe I was English in a past life
I passed a buy beard and even shaggier hair His boots and clothing orn and dirty, htly falling rain
He turned his y head toward me, face and eyes hidden in shadows He held out a dirty and callused hand It was a big hand with split nails
I have a philosophy when it coh for everyone
Yeah, I know, bus Sure, they ht also spend it on a hot dinner So I always give them the benefit of the doubt And, honestly, did I really care if they did buy cigarettes and whiskey? Hell, if anyone out there truly needed a s on the streets, sitting in the rain, cold and alone and perhapsout my wallet, removed a few bills and placed them squarely in the man&039;s outstretched hand
"God bless you, brother," he said
"Same to you"
And, yeah, he sounded drunk as hell
Oh, well
Legend has it that after rescuing Guinevere frohts established a end also has it that the local Glastonbury Abbey is cohty fortress That is, of course, if King Arthur had ever lived at all There are plenty of scholars who seriously cast doubt on this These scholars are spoilsports and probably tell their kids there&039;s no Santa, too TheArthur was that had he lived, it would have been during Britain&039;s Dark Ages That is, before written records So when it coend has it" and "as the story goes" There&039;s just nothing written, and there&039;s very little proof
Ah, but there is some proof
And it&039;s all here in Glastonbury
Anyway, Glastonbury Abbey is not only the oldest abbey in all of England, but also the legendary final resting place of one King Arthur Pendragon, where his toh altar I say supposedly because the tomb is now empty But folks around here aren&039;t surprised that the tomb is e Arthur will return one day to usher in a new age of enlightenment for all end: it is said that the nearby Glastonbury Tor is not only ho but also to Gwyn ap Nudd, who happens to be Lord of the Underworld This tor - which is just a fancy English word for hill - is ically hollow inside, and was once known as Annwyn The Annwyn part is historical fact The ically hollow inside, not so much
So to recap, Glastonbury Tor was once called Annwyn
Annwyn, many believe, is an ancient form of Avalon
The story continues There is soest that Glastonbury Tor, or Annwyn, or Avalon, once rose high above an inlet sea Indeed, that it was surrounded by the inlet sea The legendary isle of Avalon, where young Arthur pulled Excalibur froave counsel to the young king and taught hirass field, sits the possible rehty fortress
Caht have been Caends More stories Glastonbury has a stranglehold on soends and ends contend that hidden within the ht after treasures in the world:
The Holy Grail
Anyway, I&039; this stuff up It&039;s all over the internet, filling dozens, if not hundreds, of books
Myself, I was beginning to believe thereto all this Of course, I was hardly an objective observer, since I&039;ve been obsessively drea Arthur for the past few h o workers froe object from deep within the stone An object that was curiously eranite
The hilt of a very old sword
The sword and stone are currently on display here in Glastonbury, where tourists can try their hand at re the sword froh many have tried And, yeah,one of theain, what&039;s five pounds in exchange for the rare chance at being the next great King of England?
To top it all off, Glastonbury is also a hotbed for New Agers and the modern spiritualists Like Sedona in Arizona, Glastonbury is a mecca for the New Move that here upon the grassy tor strange energies and powerful forces are at work A veritable vortex of psychic energy Heck, the place is even popular a over the Tor
Lots of legends for what a more than an unusually-shaped hill
Anyway, Glastonbury the toas quaint and charlish life for so land to be: decidedly medieval in feel, with cobblestone streets, rock-and- ht on High Street, and looked for an English pub I had heard all lish pubs Well, let&039;s find one and see what all the fuss was about
The late evening sky was so purple that it was nearly black The light rain now angled straight into my face God, I love the rain
I ca within a sn out front read: The Who&039;d A Thought It
I went straight up to it, pulled open the heavy oak door, and found myself in a very warhter issued forth And sitting on a stool closest to the door was the sairl I had seen earlier
And she was still writing in her journal
Unbelievable
As I stood there, du open, she looked over at me andsmiled I took in a lot of air, and this tiht up to her