[Yes.]
You walk down the path and come to an open space. Ahead of you, you see a lake, so flat and smooth it reflects the sky like a mirror. Standing up in a small boat out in the middle of the lake stands Merlin. Around him swirls a low fog that is stirred by silent breezes you cannot feel.
As you watch, a feminine hand and arm emerge from the water. That hand is holding the most magnificent sword you have ever seen. The sword gleams brightly, almost is if it shone with an inner light. Merlin kneels, and you here murmured words carry over the water, though you cannot make out what he is saying.
Merlin takes the sword reverently in both hands. Once he lifts it, the hand and arm slip beneath the surface of the lake. Merlin stands and gazes at the sword, his face unreadable. Of it's own accord, the boat starts moving towards the shore. You watch as it grinds on the sand. Only then does Merlin move. He quickly tucks the sword into his robes and disembarks.
"Well done," he says to you. You note that as he walks towards you, the boat moves back out into the water as if controlled by an invisible boatman. The fog on the lake thickens, and in moments the boat have moved beyond your sight.
Merlin puts the blade carefully under his robes.
"Well done, well done," he says. "Britain is in your debt. Let us go now." Without another word, he steps off at a brisk pace towards the trees. A thick fog starts rising from the ground where he walks.
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