TheWitcherSaga-LadyoftheLake

They kept riding until they came to a large, beautiful lake full of crystal clear water, and in the middle of the lake, Arthur saw an arm clothed in white cloth holding a beautiful sword. ‘Behold, there is the sword of which I spoke,’ pointed Merlin. Suddenly they saw a girl walking on the surface of the lake. ‘Who is that girl?’ asked Arthur. ‘That is the Lady of the Lake,’ said Merlin. Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte Darthur CHAPTER ONE The lake was enchanted. About that there could be no doubt. Firstly: it lay beside the mouth of the enchanted valley Cwm Pwcca, the mysterious valley perpetually shrouded by fog and famed for its magical properties and phenomena. Secondly: one look was enough. The surface of the water was a deep blue like a polished sapphire and smooth as a mirror. So much so that the peaks of the mountain Y Wyddfa that were reflected in it were more beautiful than those that loomed over the lake. From the water blew a refreshing coolness and the dignified silence was disturbed by nothing, not even the splashing of fish or the cries of a bird. The knight shook off the impression. But rather than continue riding alo......