Merlin and the Maze April 8, 2012Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Life Lessons, Mindfulness, Synchronicity & Mystery.
Tags: Archimedes, Arthur, Excalibur, Fiction, Maze, Merlin, Short Story
We reached the centre of the maze, and I spied a bronze plaque, “This is the centre, you now have two choices.”
What? Find our way out, or stay and starve to death?
I looked down at my shoelaces . . . untied again! Anyone would think they were alive and seeking freedom.
I bent to tie the lace and noticed an odd shape in the ground, a portion of a circle.
I kicked at it and the friable soil moved away, disclosing a brass ring, attached by another ring to a wooden trapdoor.
I looked at Merlin, “do you suppose this is the second choice?”
Without responding, Merlin turned away from the trapdoor and started to retrace our steps out of the maze.
I chased after him, “Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“Not at all.”
“Why not? Don’t you want to see what’s on the other side?”
Merlin stopped in his tracks, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
“To get to the other side.”
“Exactly.” With that, he marched on.
“Merlin, I don’t understand. What do chickens crossing the road have to do with that trapdoor?”
“Nothing. And everything.”
I glanced up, “What? . . . Who? . . . Excalibur?”
Archimedes laughed at my discomfiture, “Hoo . . . Hoo.”
Merlin marched on . . . robes flying.
I trudged after him, doing my best to keep up, fighting the urge to turn around.
As we exited the maze, Merlin spoke, “Archimedes has a point, Arthur.”
Archimedes nodded in agreement, “Sharp talons too!”
Annoyed at them both, I jutted my chin out and glared at Merlin, “Where are we going?”
Merlin met and held my gaze, “I thought you wanted to know about the other side of the trapdoor.”
“I did. I do. But, Merlin . . . ”
“Come then. We’re off to consult the Book of Ways.”
“The Book of Ways? What’s that?”
Archimedes flapped his wings, “The most potent portal of all.”
Merlin slowed and draped an arm across my shoulders, “Arthur, life is a maze . . . with magic and mystery behind each hidden door.”
“That’s why I . . . ”
“. . . but if you stop to explore every rabbit hole that attracts your attention, you’ll be lost, like Alice, and never reach your destiny.”
“Wait? What? . . . I have a destiny?”
“Indeed you do, Arthur . . . Camelot awaits.”