King Arthur at a deep hour after midnight in darkest winter sitting alone with Merlin before the great dragon hearth at Camelot. They share a cushioned settle of figured elm and the naked warmth of the fire. The wizard, a bent and narrow old man, almost disappears under a white bearskin and its glittering net of ruby-eyed amulets and gold filaments thin as spider threads. He gazes with cryptic interest at the breathing embers. The king, alleviating insomnia, sips autumn-colored wine in a crystal goblet. See more