revenge-of-the-chip

So many lies To cover up one truth Thousands of lies To cover up true feelings How many more graves Does one need to dig To cover up one's Own entire life

Merlin downed the last of his amber mead and wondered why he loved the little nymph Nimue so much. He had seen, of course, through her manipulations when she asked for protection against the multitude of stars in the sky and he gladly complied with a smile on his face, protecting her against the orbs with his powerful arms. He had laughed at this, but he did not realize the power of the young nymph's charms and he soon fell victim to her overpowering love. There was no fool like an old fool. His love for her had become very serious and he had forgotten that it had all begun in good humor with a light touch. Certainly Nimue's plays were in t