Talking Rabbits

Later that night, as I lay in Merlin's bed, I couldn't help but think about Aurelius fighting for his life out there. He just seemed so child-like before with the way his hair is always sticking up somewhere, and now he would be clothed in armor. I sighed, rolling over to look out the window that was in the wall that Merlin's bed rested. Camelot was quiet, cloaked in a dark blue sheet of night. I hoped Edger was getting along well with the Saxon disturbance.

Then I noticed something odd, a white blog in the darkness of night. I sat up to get a better look. It was definitely Edgar hopping down the road towards the castle. He was hauling what looked like a decently sized bag made of canvas, constantly glancing around at his surroundings.

I jumped up and opened the door that separated Merlin's sleeping room from his main room to find Merlin sleeping on a cot. "Merlin! Edger is outside!"

Merlin sat up, looking around frantically. "What?" He rubbed his eyes. "Edgar? I did not know he would come so quickly." He got up from his cot and stubbled to a window. "Why, that's just a rabbit, sister."

I suppressed a laugh. "Yes, a rabbit in a top coat carrying a canvas bag."

"That is a bit suspicious." He turned to look at me, nothing registering, and then he gasped. "Edgar is a rabbit!"

I allowed myself to laugh that time. "Yes, Edgar was transformed into a rabbit."

"You failed to mention that during our discussions." He glared at me and then gave way to a little smile. "I will go fetch him." Merlin pulled on some boots and then headed out the door.

I went back to the window. Edgar hadn't made too much distance, having a hard time with such a large bag. Merlin didn't take long to reach Edgar, taking the weighty bag from Edgar and lead him into the castle. I then moved to sit in a chair at Merlin's table, facing the door.

"My, you know, some dusting wouldn't hurt!" Cried Edgar, already getting nit-picky about his surroundings.

Merlin then opened the door, letting Edgar in. Edgar came over to me, grabbing my hands in excitement as Merlin dropped his bag next to the door.

"Good to see you again, Edgar." I said, smiling at his fuzzy face.

His whiskers twitched. "Oh, this is far better than I ever expected! We are to be treated as royalty!" he cried.

Merlin cleared his throat. "Well, perhaps Fia and I, but we can't let others see you Edgar. A talking rabbit in a topcoat, no matter how fashionable, is very suspicious."

Edgar nodded. "Yes, of course."

We spent a long time chatting with one another, including a long detailed report of Edgar's day, which mainly consisted of all the cleaning he did around his cottage. It was all so perfect, as if I finally have a family, as odd as it may be, and I think this place could really be home.