Sam Gordon is followed by someone dressed like a wizard. He figures the guy to be another San Francisco lunatic until the man meets Sam at his favorite café carrying on about time continuum portals. Assured of the man's insanity, Sam escapes out the back door, which drops him into a strange place.

In a land of green grass and no automobiles, Sam cannot find the door back to the café. He questions his sanity and sets out to find someone who can give him directions. When he is attacked by a swordsman on horseback, a beautiful young woman named Margot, intervenes. She speaks an archaic dialect of Anglo-Saxon — a language Sam didn't know until that moment. Sam travels with them to Camelot and finds himself in King Arthur's court. Working as a blacksmith and studying the druidic arts under Merlin's tutelage, Sam learns he must complete an unknown task before a portal can open to his own place and time.

Merlin's Apprentice is created by B. K. Kerley, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Merlin's Apprentice

Lancelot looked pleased. “What say you, lads? I make that to be about ten each. This should be some great sport.”


“Uh,” Bedivere said. “You have admitted that you are not a thinker. But, trust me, we can’t win against fifty warriors.


“Listen to Bedivere,” Percival interjected. “This is one of those times we should run to fight another day.”


“Make up your minds,” Robert growled. “Do we run or die gloriously in battle.”


“They’re getting closer,” I observed. “I’m for running.”


“Nay,” Lancelot said. “Go if you will, but I will accept this challenge.”


Well. That did it. Nobody would leave a brother knight. Shit.


“Form a circle,” Lancelot ordered. “Back-to-back, lock shields.”


We did as he commanded. The screaming hoard bore down on us, but instead of riding us down, they reined in, sheathed their axes and swords, and began laughing. They were close enough for me to see many of them wearing face paint, and all of them had tattoos. They were Picts.


Chapter 23