TheWitcherSaga-LadyoftheLake - (EPUB全文下载)

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They kept riding until they came to a large, beautiful lake full of crystal clear water, and in the middle of the lake, Arthur saw an arm clothed in white cloth holding a beautiful sword.
‘Behold, there is the sword of which I spoke,’ pointed Merlin.
Suddenly they saw a girl walking on the surface of the lake.
‘Who is that girl?’ asked Arthur.
‘That is the Lady of the Lake,’ said Merlin.
Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte Darthur
CHAPTER ONE
The lake was enchanted. About that there could be no doubt.
Firstly: it lay beside the mouth of the enchanted valley Cwm Pwcca, the mysterious valley perpetually shrouded by fog and famed for its magical properties and phenomena.
Secondly: one look was enough.
The surface of the water was a deep blue like a polished sapphire and smooth as a mirror. So much so that the peaks of the mountain Y Wyddfa that were reflected in it were more beautiful than those that loomed over the lake. From the water blew a refreshing coolness and the dignified silence was disturbed by nothing, not even the splashing of fish or the cries of a bird.
The knight shook off the impression. But rather than continue riding along the crest of the hill, he led his horse down to the lake. As if drawn by the magnetic force of a spell that slumbered there, deep down in the dark waters. The horse stepped timidly among the broken rocks, giving a snort indicating that he sensed the magical aura of the place.
Upon reaching the bank the knight dismounted. He took the stallion’s bridle and led him to where small waves disappeared among the coloured pebbles.
His armour rattled when he knelt. Startling fry and fish as vivid as tiny needles, he scooped water into his hands. He drank slowly and cautiously, the ice cold water numbed his tongue and lips and hurt his teeth.
When he bent down to collect water a second time a sound travelled over the surface of the lake. He raised his head. The horse whinnied, confirming that he also heard it.
He listened. No, it was not an illusion. What he heard was singing. A woman singing. Or rather a girl.
Like all knights he had been raised with bard tales of chivalry. In these tales a girl singing or calling was in nine cases out of ten, a lure. The knight who followed inevitably fell into an ambush. Often fatal.
But curiosity won out. The knight was only nineteen years old. He was very courageous and very foolish. He was famous for one and known for the other.
He checked that his sword was in its sheath, then led his horse and set o ............

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