The Scribe

A time of warriors. A time of heroes. Or not. Because, when youre charged with keeping a so-called magic sword by a plainly lunatic druid, when youre told you have to go and make a treaty with those savages at the other end of the country knowing theyll kill you on sight, when youve been chased by wolves, or bandits, or bears, or (worse) evangelical Christians, or when you find yourself in the middle of a huge great battle and youre not strong enough to lift your armour, let alone your weapon, when the love of your lifes being married off to some professionally handsome king in the north and when all you really want to do is try and keep warm!!!... Well, you dont feel like youre either - warrior or hero - as it happens. And Llews problem is that he isnt. Really, he isnt. Hes just a scribe. So, this is going to be hard for him, because hes been put right in the middle of a prophecy. A prophecy by a powerful seer called Merlin. A prophecy foretelling a great warrior hero. A king that is to come. A king called... Arth. Arth? Really?