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The following is example of some short fiction or other stuff that I've been working on... I'll add here as I go along...

He took his first sabatical in Bath, England because he wanted to study the effect of Roman occupation on the indiginous tribes that still held sway over most of Western England and all of Wales. (Bring in the story and information of the redhead women who led the revolt against the Romans.) He never delt much with the mid-lands or the lake district of Woodsworth and Colleridge. He never had much belief in the stories of the Druids and their affinity towards the ancient woods. He'd only seen pictures of Stonehendge.

His college offered sabaticals every ten years after you'd reached tenure. That seemed so long ago now; his tenure was based on his PhD paper that he'd done on the effect of beat poetry on the cultural change in the US during the 1950s. He hadn't studied anything even resembling Edmond Spenser and his "Fairy Queen" since his undergraduate days. And, if he recalled correctly, he only took that class because of a girl that he wished to date. That didn't work out either. All he recalled from the class was that the professer liked to convine the class at a local bar and that the discussions usually became quite lively. He just couldn't recall any of the discussions.

He would need to brush up on both his Spenser and his Morte d'Arthur. He was glad that Hellen had decided not to accompy him this time. They had two or three conversations about his English fetish.

"Well, I can't believe that you bought into anything that the book seller said. You must be getting a little dotty in your old age. Ten years ago, you'd have had none of that type of nonsense. Really, I am so surprised at you."

"I know that this seems like a red corvette dream, but I think that I'm onto a missing link in historical literature and you know I can't pass up an opportunity like this."

A red covette dream is the way the two of them always referred to an middle-aged man's attempt at trying to stay young. Like the way her brother does that hair comb over and tries to disquise his impending baldness with a lower and lower part.

"I know that you have your heart set on returning to England and following up on what that silly book seller told you, but I would rather visit my sister for month, if it's all the same to you. I know how you are, anyway, and you'd forget that I was around. I would just be another distraction."

"Dear, you are always a delightful distraction, but you are correct. This is very much a working vacation and I really think that I need to follow this road to the end."

"Ah, so this is your 'End of the Road'?"

"That is what I truely love about you. You pick up on the literary allusions that amuse both of us. I will miss your company."

"Well, you old hoot, remember I'll know everything that you've done. Mainly, because you'll tell me."

He knew it was true and that in his thirty some years of marriage, there had never been an undergrad or anyone else who had held his interest like his wife. They were a true match. And, sometimes, the romance was still there, for both of them.

The sunrise out of the window of his airplane was spectacular. He remembered that being a highlight from his last trip to Europe. It was engaging to fly into the sun's rise over the horizon. There were so many mysteries in life. It must have been amazing for Leonardo to know that he was right and that the world was round. Was he on the same precipice? Was he about to make a similar arguement that there was another entire realm of existence that was parallel to ours and only seldom did they cross. Was there a realm of magic and fairies and creatures that existed alongside of us, but because we have ignored them for so long that they only existed when we believed in them.

Was he about to send us back in time, or move humans to another level of existence. Either way he considered it, it seemed unlikely that the motivator of human change was going to be a middle aged English professor from the US and who didn't even have a strong grasp of olde English literature and culture.

Well, while he couldn't sleep on the flight over and he'd' already watched the sunrise, he'd better get busy brushing up on the times of Merlin. He figured that he better start witht the path of literature that led to the songs of chivilry and the knights of the round table. It was at the time between pagan beliefs and Christian invasions.

What place did agape and eros play in the movement to "civilize" the English tribes? How were they all checked before the Christian invasion? Was Arthur an invention of William and his Norman clan to hold in check the other tribes until he could assimilate them into his vision of a modern Christian world? What was just on the edge of this society that was slowly advancing to overrun the resident tribes and what were their beliefs? Were they the tree people trying to keep the green knight to hold the onrush of Chirstians?

There were a few places to start but he had read an account that was so different, he couldn't help to doubt himself a bit.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>Put in the book sellers stuff and the flea market. Make the book seller disappear after "Henry" buys the account of "peat-man".<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

He had read the amazing account of the "peat-man's" discovery. The book was very detailed about the reasoning and the find. He had written to the London Museum and they did indeed still have the remains of the man found in the peat. And he had written to Oxford and they did indeed have the book that was found with the man discovered in the peat by Sir Hillary Johnson. The book was in fact leather and none of it was effected by its years in the peat. However, there was no match for a translation. The markings in the book were studied for a while and then the book was stored away. No one was ever able to find any code or patterns in the ancients ruins that the book was evidently written by a lost tribe that had its own language and markings that matched no others ever found within Europe.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Switch to Peat Moss Man<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Why did that magician have to bring him into this whole thing? Wasn't he quite happy growing barley for the malt? He had never asked for any of this and now he was running for his life with some collection of spells. They had called it the book of spells and said that he was to hide it for thousands of years until someone came along who was worthy of the knowledge held within these pages. He had no idea what they were going on about, but he was sure that he knew of nowhere to hide this big thing.

He would cut through the peat and try to hide it in the hills beyond where the Jutes had held council for the last number of years. They were a vicious bunch. If they caught him they were sure to slit him end to end and leave him for the buzzards.

He liked the wizard well enough, but the Fairy Queen scared him when ever she showed up. And she never seemed to be alone, although he could never see anyone or anything else, he knew that she was not alone.

He kept looking behind him. He knew that he was being followed, he wasn't sure by whose beings. He knew that Myrlyn could see him, but he wasn't sure how much help he could expect from him if things starting going badly. Not that Myrlyn was a coward, it was just he saw things from some where else and always knew what was going to happen and wouldn't stop things that he'd set into motion.

As he took one more look over his shoulder he felt his foot stop. He had been in a dead run. He looked down and saw that the sucking ground had grabbed him. At least he would have to worry about the Jutes eating him alive. He was going to slowly be shallowed by the ground. This must be the hiding place that the wizard had chosen. He had known that he would be sacrificed to the ground. His spirit would be owned by the ground.

There were worse things that could own your spirit. He was hoping to hold onto it a bit longer though. Oh well, once the sucking soil had you, you were done in. This would definitely hide the book for a long time.

He thought back about his contact with the wizard and how he had been selected to hide the spells.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>put in life in the trees and the spirit of the different realms; retell the Arthur ledgen to match a violent time with out Chritian influences; retell the invasions of the other tribes and the slow loss of power because of Myrlyn's interest in carnal knowledge and love; this is where the difference between eros and agape will play. with agape being the downfall of Mab and the Druid priests and the choices that they had fought. they were the original robin hoods trying to beat the Christian invasion of the Saxons and then the Normans. They were the group that became the cave dwellers in Wales and the non-Celts in Scotland<<<<<<<<<<<<