"I think so, I do not go around the arena district of the town, I stick to my research, and work with Arthur..." Replied Myrrdin, "I am glad the solution worked on your wound, by the way, Caterpillars usually do the job very well!"
Dark Ages THE END
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Nathan had been listening silently to the strange old man talk, sitting crossed-legged on the ground. After a long moment, his eyes widened, his lips spread into a great grin, and he rose to his feet.
"Britain?... Britain!" Nathan turned to hug the nearest person, who happened to be Myrrdin. "Oh, merry old England! Of all places!"
A thought struck him, though. His colleagues, for the great majority, seemed to be American. Next to himself, their accents stood out quite oddly in such a time period.
"I've got the speech, at least, but all of us... We stand out quite a bit, don't you think? I don't suppose DACRAW saw fit to teleport some boots and tunics with us?"
"Britain?... Britain!" Nathan turned to hug the nearest person, who happened to be Myrrdin. "Oh, merry old England! Of all places!"
A thought struck him, though. His colleagues, for the great majority, seemed to be American. Next to himself, their accents stood out quite oddly in such a time period.
"I've got the speech, at least, but all of us... We stand out quite a bit, don't you think? I don't suppose DACRAW saw fit to teleport some boots and tunics with us?"
Eric waved to Nathan and Myrrdin.
"Hey! Does this map look right? And where would we be on it?"
"Hey! Does this map look right? And where would we be on it?"
Nathan moved over to Eric, staring at the dirt map sketch in the ground. "Looks good, though you're missing a chunk of Wales..." He turned to Myrrdin, a frown on his face. "Did you say Ryna? That's odd... I've never heard of such a place. Are you sure that's what it's called, sir?"
Eric took his stick and drew three small whales off the eastern coast of England.
"How's that?"
"How's that?"
Nathan snorted with laughter. "Brilliant. They might want to swim onto the western coast instead, though."
He thought for a moment, then asked Myrrdin, "You don't happen to know how far we are from London, do you? You might know it as Londinium though, I'm not sure..."
He thought for a moment, then asked Myrrdin, "You don't happen to know how far we are from London, do you? You might know it as Londinium though, I'm not sure..."
"I know perfectly well that Ryna is named Ryna! I have my laboratory there, my best assistant, and my life's work there! But... L...Londinium!!" Myrrdin cackled manically, "The place is a ruin! The Saxon?s overcame its mighty walls after the Roman's left, and now no-one lives there, no-one goes there anymore! There is a tiny trading post a short distance away, but nothing I would recommend!"
"Ah, that I may tell you! We are extremely far from Londinium, but not so far away is Hadrian's wall, Ryna is the largest Township nearby, towards where the sun rises, what is that shape on the ground, by the way?"
"A map!" Myrdin laughed, "How can you map this entire land with only your fingers in the dirt!"
"If you have a pen and paper-er, quill and parchment?-we'll use that. I'm just trying to figure out where we are."
"So north-eastern England, then? Or Upper Britain, the Romans might have called it." Nathan crouched, balancing on his toes. He stared hard at the map for a moment, then drew a line straight through it, closer to the top. "Hadrian's Wall... Built by the Roman emperor Hadrian, we're just south-east from the borders of Scotland." Nathan glanced at Eric. "I did a project on it in the eleventh grade."
What a coincidence- I did a project on Hadrian in the eleventh grade. 
Eric nodded at Nathan.
"So, we should check out Ryna, and then seek out Arthur. If anyone can help us, he can."
He turned to Myrrdin.
"Eleventh grade. The eleventh year in a twelve-year education system from our time. Scotland is the northern part of this island. And I don't see why we shouldn't go to Ryna."
"So, we should check out Ryna, and then seek out Arthur. If anyone can help us, he can."
He turned to Myrrdin.
"Eleventh grade. The eleventh year in a twelve-year education system from our time. Scotland is the northern part of this island. And I don't see why we shouldn't go to Ryna."
"So even in your time, you have heard of Arthur? His greatness is beyond which no man can strive for!"
