By the Lake of Avalon, a wizard in a red robe squatted down with difficulty with the help of a cane, looking at his old appearance in the water.
"Hello Merlin," he said in the bullet-like voice familiar to the people of Camelot, "I almost forgot your real face."
He waved his stick, and the face in the lake suddenly turned into a young man.
"This is going to be a long, long gamble."
Young Merlin sat down and looked at the island in the middle of the lake in the distance. It was wrapped in thick fog, with only the top of the tall tower in the center of the island emitting a faint light, stumbling through the fog and into his sight.
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