The Beguiling of Merlin by Edward Burne-Jones – (picture credit: Wikipedia)
There’s another perspective to the story unfolding in this picture…Merlin’s…To read Nimue’s click here…
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The air was full of the heady scent of blossom. Merlin reclined in the branches of the low-growing tree. Nimue was dancing before him in the soft moonlight, and she was smiling and laughing.
Drowsily he watched her. Everything about her was enchanting: her voice, her movement. The very air tingled as if…as if…
She whispered something he didn’t catch, looking him straight in the eye as she did so and his chain of thought was broken.
Returning her smile, he knew it didn’t matter. It couldn’t have been important.
Sammi Cox 
If you’re going to fall under a spell, actually being enchanted sounds like the way to go
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I think you’re right – he doesn’t seem too bothered, at least at the moment. Perhaps when he realises… 🙂
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Yes, there’s a rude awakening coming up soon. But at least he went down soft and easy. 😉
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