The Book of the Death of Arthur Overview
Spicer on Merlin

The faint call of drums, the little signals
Folks half-true and half-false in a different way than we are
      half-true and half-false
A meal for us there lasts a century.
Out to greet me. I, Arthur
Rex quondam et futurus with a banjo on my knee.
I, Arthur, shouting to my bastard son "It is me you are trying
      to murder!"
Listening to them, theyh who have problems too
The faint call of                  them.                          The faint call of
(They would stay in Camelot for a hundred years) The faint call of

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