Iris By Goo Goo Dolls is one of my favorite songs?

What is your favorite 90s song....





and if you're too young to remember the songs well go away, just kidding

Iris By Goo Goo Dolls is one of my favorite songs?
I love IRIS by the Goo Goo Dolls, too, and it's hard to name just one favorite song from the 1990's but here's a few:





REM: LOSING MY RELIGION


Shawn Colvin: SUNNY CAME HOME


Fugees: KILLING ME SOFTLY


TLC: WATERFALLS


Seal: A KISS FROM A ROSE


Melissa Etheridge: COME TO MY WINDOW


Alanis Morrisette: YOU OUGHT TO KNOW

get well flower

How do you remove iris dust from wood. The center of the iris covered in a dust that is used for dye! Help!?

Oops learned the hard way. Best to remove them with a scissors and paper towel when you get the flowers or when they open before they can drop pollen on wood or tablecloth. Nasty stuff. You might have to use chlorine or a soft scrub cleaner with chlorine. Be gentle with your wood, don't want to scratch it. Another method is to put a few drops of water on it and pile up baking soda and let it dry completely. Then remove. Might have to repeat. Baking soda is a fine polish and can be removed without any danger. :)

How do you remove iris dust from wood. The center of the iris covered in a dust that is used for dye! Help!?
What the heck are you trying to say?
Reply:Iris dust? Dust used for dye?

How do you say iris surprise or surprise iris in italian?

surprise is sorpresa... what do you mean by surprise iris??

How do you say iris surprise or surprise iris in italian?
Do you mean the flower or the sweet?

Iris johansen or sandra brown?

which would be your fave out of the two? and what is your favorite novel of theirs?

Iris johansen or sandra brown?
Sandra - The Chill Factor
Reply:Sandra Brown - White Hot

Iris the goddess, where does she live?

were doing mythology in class and i need to know where her domain is and what her interests or personality is like!!!! some body help me!!!

Iris the goddess, where does she live?
Iris lived on Olympus, she was a handmaiden of Hera, the queen of the gods.





Personality -- loyal and obedient, I guess. She was the messenger of Hera and sometimes Zeus.





Her domain was heaven, earth and sea, because the rainbow spans all three. Her father was a sea-god Thaumas (of the wonders), and her mother was a cloud-nymph.





Her twin sister Arce sided with the Titans and was thrown into Tartarus. Iris served on the opposite side with the Olympian gods.
Reply:can I have the source of ur answer pls? Report It

Reply:the rainbow, i think.
Reply:she is the goddess of rainbows so I would assume the clouds.
Reply:olympo?? i think she is the a egipcian myth goodess...

anniversary flowers

Iris folding pattens for mens cards?

The site below has patterns for boats, cars and golf bags. Just do a google search for iris folding and whatever you want a pattern of. These cards look fantastic when they're done. Good luck!

Iris folding pattens for mens cards?
what?
Reply:get the pattern bit ,::::::but what are cards ???? as in birthday ??
Reply:Yes.
Reply:Uh... Buy them at stores? O_o
Reply:Iris Folded Golf Bag with Clubs


http://www.irisfolding.circleofcrafters....

Iris by goo goo dolls?

what is the song about??


I also don't get the song "here is gone" by them either?? Please Help.

Iris by goo goo dolls?
It's from the movie 'city of angels' basically, and angel falls in love with a doctor when she loses a patient to him. They somehow fall in love, and he becomes human to be with her.








It fit's the movie perfect, you should watch it, you'll understand more.
Reply:that was great song though.. bout "here is gone".. hmmm.. not really know.. was that in that song...
Reply:i've never heard "here is gone" but "iris" is about being away from the one you love (twisted a bit to fit into the "city of angels" soundtrack). john reznik (sp?) wrote it while he was on tour away from his wife.

Whis the song Iris by the goo goo dolls called iris?

Johnny had wrote the song for the movie City of Angels but he didn't know what to call it so he was sitting around one day trying to think of a name and saw an add for a singer named Iris in the newspaper, he liked the name so decided to call it Iris

Whis the song Iris by the goo goo dolls called iris?
It may be because the song focuses on the the sense of sight ' i dont want the world to SEE me'....


so the iris is a part of your eye.... i dont know it seems logical
Reply:Maybe the girl was named Iris.....
Reply:I thought that the song was called Iris after the girl that he's singing it to... But the sight/iris reference makes sense to me know.
Reply:I agree with RIF.





At first I thought iris was a flower so it cud have been someone's name LOL!





There's more info about it on this link:


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iris_%28son...
Reply:Goo Goo Dolls- "Iris"


And I'd give up forever to touch you


'Cause I know that you feel me somehow


You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be


And I don't want to go home right now





And all I can taste is this moment


And all I can breathe is your life


'Cause sooner or later it's over


I just don't want to miss you tonight





And I don't want the world to see me


'Cause I don't think that they'd understand


When everything's made to be broken


I just want you to know who I am





And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming


Or the moment of truth in your lies


When everything feels like the movies


And you bleed just to know you're alive





And I don't want the world to see me


'Cause I don't think that they'd understand


When everything's made to be broken


I just want you to know who I am





(break and solo)





And I don't want the world to see me


'Cause I don't think that they'd understand


When everything's made to be broken


I just want you to know who I am





And I don't want the world to see me


'Cause I don't think that they'd understand


When everything's made to be broken


I just want you to know who I am





I just want you to know who I am


I just want you to know who I am


I just want you to know who I am

Can I dig up my iris bulbs.....(please read further)?

We live in an apartment near Kansas City, KS.


We are moving out at the end of September.


The irises have been living for about 8 years in my garden, and we will be moving to another apartment, where we might have to grow them in a pot instead of in the ground.





These bulbs belonged to my mom for over 10 years before she died, and I got them. I don't want to lose them.





Will they die if I dig them up in late September?


How can I store them so they don't freeze or rot? (I lost several a few years ago when I tried to store them and they got moldy.)


Can they grow okay in a pot? What size/depth pot is best?





I might be able to put them in the ground. Is this best?





Thanks!

Can I dig up my iris bulbs.....(please read further)?
Gilbert H Wild and Son - P.O. Box 338 Sarcoxie, MO 64862-0338


http://www.gilberthwild.com/





Contact


http://www.gilberthwild.com/index.php?pa...








Explain the situation and ask them how to store properly.


I think your best bet is to actually ask the experts. We all all like to think of ourselves as being informed but could easily lead you astray with incorrect information. This is far to IMPORTANT for you.


Good Luck
Reply:Many good references at the sites listed below. I also have some plants in my garden that were from my parents home, and I would never want to lose them! The Sunset article below covers all the planting tips.





Good luck, and Happy Gardening! Now you have a project for the long weekend.





Also, don't forget to go to a local nursery, as they will also give you pointers based on your climate.
Reply:I also have handed down Iris and my mom puts them in a gallon milk container with a little water (to cover the roots) also cutting back the green to an inch. Then you can store them in the basement all winter and plant them in the spring. Works well:) Good luck!
Reply:As I mentioned in your Columbine post as long as you have the time necessary for root development they should be fine. This is a bit late in the season here but I am doing my Iris' now. However I live in a colder climate than you do. Early August is usually when the online markets send out Iris's. After planting in the ground mulch them but in the spring push back the mulch because the rhizomes like to breath and shouldn't be planted under the soil more than 2". I have never seen Iris in a pot nor have I tried it so I am not qualified to answer that. Some one else here will probably give you great info on potting or storing the rhizomes in a box over the winter.


I have stored the rhizomes with fair success. Good luck with your Moms Iris's.
Reply:Late Sep. is the best time to dig them up. Make sure you cut the green back to an inch to inch and a half. You can plant them as soon as you move, don't let them dry out and don't plant them too deep. They are cold tolerant.

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Can I cut down my iris leaves?

I really want to transplant today. My irises are getting awfully crowded!





I know the best time to transplant is early fall, but here there's two temperatures: Cool and OH MY GOD IT'S HOT! So I figured we could do it now.





They're very, very thick (probably about 200 plants in a 3 X 2 foot area), and last time we tried transplanting we ended up giving up because of the leaves. Can we cut them off to about 1 foot long to make it easier to transplant them?





Also, any other transplant tips?





Thanks!

Can I cut down my iris leaves?
Definitely cut them back to about 6" then transplant them. Typically they need to be transplanted when they get overcrowded. Overcrowded plants will stop blooming or the blooms will get really small or your leaves will get a blight.As you pull them from the ground check them for Iris Borers. If you have the borers in any of the tubers, cut that part of the tuber away and wash them in insecticidal soap. Or if they're badly infested, just through that tuber away. You'll have plenty. Plant them very shallow so they are barely covered with dirt. And place them in the ground so that their fans form a circle.


Don't over crowd them. Iris multiply fairly quickly and you don't want to have to transplant again in 2 years. They won't bloom the first season you transplant, but they'll start slowly next year.





You don't say where you're located, but if you transplant after they've bloomed, you need to wait for them to regain their strength before you move them. Let the photosynthesis work for a few months before you do the transplant.





I wouldn't just take a few from the center of the bed or the outer edge of the bed. I'd lift the whole bed. Better to do it sooner than later.
Reply:Its really best to transplant in the fall.If they havent started this years growth you can cut all of the leaves off.You can still separate now they just wont be as hearty this year.
Reply:Yes - they won't bloom this year, but that is what I do with the leaves.
Reply:.really best to wait until leave have died back naturally, as the leaves help to feed the plant for next seasons flowers





if you really have to just remove as few leaves as possible, but before you do this give plant a really good watering, including the holes of there new homes, best done when sun is going down. good luck
Reply:You can transplant now, but will lose this years blooms. The outer plants will bloom this year. The inner ones will not bloom until they are transplanted, but still not until next year. So move the inner ones first.


Or maybe you can just dig some of the inner ones out and give them to a neighbor.





Better yet, dig the whole bed out and put them where you want them. Since you will not get blooms this year anyway, go ahead and cut them back.
Reply:You might loose this years bloom but you can transplant them. With the iris as tight as you say you might not be getting much of a bloom anyhow so I'd do it with the idea of next year having a good show. The best time of the year is from July to September but they can be divided and moved at any time of the growing season.





I'd lift the entire area, work the rhizomes apart, and trim the leaves down into a fan shape leaving 6" or so of leaf to each fan. Any dried up, soft, or otherwise damaged rhizomes cut off and get rid of. Replant the rhizomes so that the top of each is above the soil.

Which is correct? Iris practiced singing everyday last month. Iris practiced sing everyday last month.?

They are identical sentences.


What are you asking?





edit: Once more I prove to myself that I shouldn't answer questions when I'm tired.

Which is correct? Iris practiced singing everyday last month. Iris practiced sing everyday last month.?
Iris practised singing every day last month.
Reply:The question is not which statement is grammatically correct but whether Iris truly did practise singing everyday last month. You would have to know or know of Iris to know the answer to that one.
Reply:singing.
Reply:Neither. Iris practiced singing every day last month. Everyday is an adjective that means basically the same thing as ordinary, As in everyday life, or everyday clothes. Every day - as two separate words means each day, all days, which is what you would want to say in this sentence. If you are simply talking about the fact of what Iris is doing, you say that she practiced "singing" rather than "sing" though.
Reply:Baby, every day is two words. The answer is:





IRIS PRACTICED SINGING EVERY DAY LAST MONTH.
Reply:singing.
Reply:the first one
Reply:The first one. And put a space between every and day. 'Everyday' means ordinary or commonplace, whereas 'every day' means each day.

My Right Eye Iris is smaller than my left Eye Iris..What does this mean?

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thanks for helping

My Right Eye Iris is smaller than my left Eye Iris..What does this mean?
hi, it doesn't mean anything! it's normal, if you look at your right hand, it's not the same as your left hand, one is slightly bigger than the other, same with your feet.





your left side and your right side are not 100% equal, nothing to worry about!!!
Reply:it is normal like everyone else said I measured my arms they are fairly the same length diamater of my arms differ some length of my legs are very cloce to the same I measure my nose and my _ _ _ _(blanked out) and my nose is drastically shorter LOL
Reply:cyclops!
Reply:It means your a Terminator - series T1004
Reply:You're not symmetric??
Reply:If you measured all the body parts you have two of (hands, arms, feet, fingers etc.) NONE of them would be exactly the same size.

Help!My Iris aren't blooming! What exactly does an Iris need?

Some are in full sun, some are in partial sun. I have many clumps but only one stalk with lots of blooms. I don't get it. When I thinned them out once they still didn't bloom.They have plenty of organic matter around them. I don't fertilize. There are plenty of leaves!

Help!My Iris aren't blooming! What exactly does an Iris need?
Irises need lots of sun, if at all possible. Also I agree with this other answer about planting them too deeply. Just lay them on top of the ground with a little dirt around them, just to keep them with the roots facing down where they won't roll over. I would dig them up and reset them. When resetting (wait til after they bloom), dig them up cut the fans (leaves) in a tee-pee shape leaving about 4-5 inches on them, then plant them. Hope this helps!
Reply:Listen to what the others say but also if you thinned them to much it could throw them in to a form of shock for a year or two. But be patient they will bloom.
Reply:you may have them planted too deep. they like to have the top bits of the risomes peeking thru the soil

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Iris???? can somebody tell me if the song iris is originally by ronan keating or the goo goo dolls??

Written by the goo goo dolls, murdered by ronan keating

Iris???? can somebody tell me if the song iris is originally by ronan keating or the goo goo dolls??
It's the Goo Goo Dolls...Ü
Reply:Definitly by the Goo Goo Dolls. The song was featured in the Nicloas Cage Film The City of Angels in 1998.





And, well said Teaze.
Reply:the Goo Goo Dolls originally wrote iris ronan keating just ruined it
Reply:I think the goo goo dolls was the first who sang the song iris. Maybe it was revived only by Ronan Keating.
Reply:goo goo dolls...their version is lot more better than the one by ronan's
Reply:written and performed first by goo goos
Reply:Goo Goo Dolls
Reply:Iris was originally performed by the Goo Goo Dolls and was covered by Ronan Keating.
Reply:Goo Goo Dolls.
Reply:Goo Goo Dolls.





Lead singer Johnny Rzeznik wrote this. He had a terrible case of writer's block before coming up with this. He even went to a psychiatrist for help.





This is about a person with an invisible identity who no one understands. Then, he finds true love. He wants his true love to know that he exists and that she is the only person in the world who can understand and love him - hence the last line, "I just want you to know who I am." The title means this is how I see you and me and everyone.





This was featured in the Nicolas Cage movie City Of Angels.





This was nominated for Grammys in the categories Song Of The Year, Record Of The Near, and Best Pop Performance By Duo Or Group. It didn't win any of them.





One of the instruments used is a mandolin.





In Greek mythology, Iris was the god messenger who left her messages in a rainbow.

Should I be cutting my iris leaves/stalks?

My neighbor just cut the leafy stalks of his irises down to about 6 inches. I've never had irises before, they came with the house. I don't even know what kind they are because I've never seen them bloom. Should I be cutting these things down or leaving them alone?

Should I be cutting my iris leaves/stalks?
Good answer above! Just remember leaves are solar collector, the longer they are green and exposed to the sun, the better job they are doing recharging the (iris) rhizome....or tulip bulb, etc. Many people are a bit anal about garden clean up, wanting everything nice and tidy. I say, let the plants tell you when they are finished by yellowing leaves. Then you can tidy as desired.
Reply:Yes you should be cutting your leaves down on your iris


over wintering of iris borers are a possibility when you leave the stalky leaves standing
Reply:For the best blooms next year do not cut or 'tie-up' leaves until they have turned yellow and begun to die, the leaves are still feeding the bulb for next year. You don't HAVE to cut them off but it may help reduce clean up next spring and reduce bugs and disease. We've had them for many years, you will love their ease of care and they can be easily divided every three years for more flowers.
Reply:yes. you should trim them as your neighbor did after blooming every year.the reason is so the energy the bulb is producing will go towards next years' blooms instead of wasting it on those leaves!
Reply:You should cut them down, we cut them down to the ground over the winter. Cutting them down helps them grow back better the next year.

Iris Color?

Why do people have different color irises? (Not looking for genetics answer, I mean the physical cause)

Iris Color?
see if this helps





http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iris_(anato...

Iris flower?

I have several color Irises. The past 2 years they seem to be changing to purple. Is purple the dominate color? Dose the soil made a differnce in their color? What should I do to assure they bloom different colors?

Iris flower?
The iris don't actually change colour but you usually find that certain colours are more robust in their growth habits and they over grow the others. Best the separate out the other colours before they are 'squeezed' out by the purple. I find the purple iris germanica is more dominant in my garden.
Reply:maybe you need to seperate them sometimes they need to be thinned and seperated
Reply:This can happen. I have had four o'clocks turn orange. It is my understanding that this will happen if they are cross pollinated with other hybids or other plants. Are there other iris plans around the neighborhood? If so, bees or other pollinators may be causing the color change. If you want different colors, put in a variety of rhizomes that produce different colored iris.
Reply:depending on where you purchased them from they may be a hybrid and have reverted to the orig color. Call the grower and ask them only they will know for sure.

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Iris Rebecca, Iris Ruby or Iris Evangeline?

Rebecca is my best friends name...the other 2 I just like. Which one do you like best? I've only got 10 weeks to go!!!!

Iris Rebecca, Iris Ruby or Iris Evangeline?
Oh, I adore Iris! It's a lovely throwback name that sounds interesting and modern, too. And with so many girls called Lily and Violet, she'll fit right in *and* stand out.





I quite like Iris Rebecca. All three choices are nice, but this one has the best flow, IMHO. Plus, it has personal meaning - and I always think it is best to choose names that have ties to our roots.





Iris Evangeline would be my 2d choice; I'm putting Iris Ruby third because I think a flower name paired with a gemstone name is a bit much - even though it's a pleasing pairing.





Best wishes!
Reply:iris rebecca sounds the prettiest!!! best of luck!!
Reply:iris evangeline





iris ruby doesn't work because both names have two syllables and it doesn't flow.





iris rebecca doesn't work, because iris is exotic while rebecca is kinda common.
Reply:IRIS REBECCA.... its just flows the best. Best of luck! I know how hard it is to decide on a name!
Reply:Iris Rebecca sounds very pretty to me!!
Reply:Iris Evangeline. It's so delicate. I like all of them but this one just stands out to me. It's unique. You don't hear of Evangeline a lot compared to the other 2. I've always liked the name Iris too. Good job with the choices. Whatever you choose it's a lovely name and any girl would love it. Congrats!
Reply:I think Iris Rebecca sounds the best and has the best meaning, too. Iris Ruby isn't bad, but I think the DA-da DA-da rhythm is a bit awkward. Iris Evangeline feels very unbalanced to me, even though I love both names.
Reply:I think you should use Iris as a middle name to be honest with you.... Ruby Iris or Evangeline Iris... but then its up to u!





xx :-) xx
Reply:I love Iris Evangeline its so unique and pretty
Reply:My two favorites are Iris Evangeline and Iris Rebecca, with Rebecca being just ahead because of the repeated R sounds and the personal meaning to it. My least favorite is Iris Ruby which sounds too choppy.





Iris Rebecca is lovely. I think you should go with it.
Reply:Iris Evangeline for sure!!!

IRIS, by Goo Goo Dolls is that the Iris in the eye or a girl called Iris?

The song was used in the movie City of Angels...supposedly it was because in the movie the angels never blinked so it was suppose to have a relevant factor to that..hope that helps

IRIS, by Goo Goo Dolls is that the Iris in the eye or a girl called Iris?
I think a girl





'And I'd give up forever to touch you


Cause I know that you feel me somehow


You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be


And I don't want to go home right now '





sounds like a love song
Reply:a girl


thats a smart song !!!
Reply:The girl.


Best Goo Goo Dolls song :"The Only One" from A boy named goo.
Reply:iris? a name


a girl


a song
Reply:I don't know but i would give up 4-ever to touch you....cuz i know that you feel me somehow.....just playing AWESOME song by the way!!
Reply:Never thought of that.i just tought it was metaphorical.Maybe it is metaphorical toward the eye.
Reply:i think the eye because the chorus states "i don't want the world to see me"
Reply:John liked the name. As the story goes, he saw the name Iris Diment (Dement?) in LA Weekly and liked the name. Song has nothing to do with her other than that.
Reply:it also culd be the flower Iris... im don't know

What are great modern love songs, and please god no boy bands, and do NOT put hinder-lips of an angel, or Iris

lips of an angel is a love song for a man who is cheating on his wife/girlfriend-thats not a damn love song, if you post that song i will hunt you down and beat you, and Iris is an ending to a love, "you cant fight the tears that arent comming" its the ending of a relationship. Only put songs that youve actually LISTENED to the words, not heard them but actually listened.


thanks

What are great modern love songs, and please god no boy bands, and do NOT put hinder-lips of an angel, or Iris
srry if its not ur taste but these are my fave %26lt;3 songs:


my heart- paramore


always-blink 182


your gaurdian angel-red jumpsuite apparatus


hold me-weezer


all of your love, baby its fact, %26amp; oh it is love- hellogoodbye
Reply:"Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling is not too modern, but it's a pretty good love ballad.
Reply:Just Like Heaven by The Cure is really sweet. It's been covered by a ton of artists like AFI, Katie Melua and Goldfinger but none of them are as good as the original. Hope you like it =]
Reply:3doors down - Here without you


The afters - Beautiful love


Shayne ward - No Promises


Snow Patrol - Chasing cars


Marc Anthony - My Baby You


James Morrisson - These pieces dont fit anymore
Reply:well, not exactly Top 40 anymore, but Edwin McCain's "I'll Be" and "I Could Not Ask for More". They're sweet. "Never Let You Go" by Third Eye Blind. "I Caught Fire (In Your Eyes)" by the Used. And, with a stretch of the imagination, "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC is a love song...maybe not sentimental love, but just a different form. If you're into Christina Aguilara, she has "I Turn to You" and "Ain't No Other Man". Hope that helps!
Reply:Baby Doll by the Independants
Reply:I like "Death Valley Queen" by Flogging Molly, also, "Dishwater Blonde" by Willy Porter is absolutely beautiful.
Reply:love song-telsa


Don't Know What You Got (Till video- Cinderella


Love At First Sight video- styx


i remember you- skid row


your the reason- hank williams III


without you- motley crue


Have You Ever Needed Someone.. - def leppard


Still Loving You video- scorpions

Can any one tell me what the correct name for "when body problems show up as black dots in the iris" is called

I saw this many years ago, and cant remember what its called. its a chart that links ailments of the body to marks in your iris, showing up as black dots. the place and size of each dot relates to particular body areas on each eye relating to things like cancer, organ failure and general bodily mishaps.

Can any one tell me what the correct name for "when body problems show up as black dots in the iris" is called
wow and i always thought that was the way my eyes were supposed to be. aka spotted hazel eyes!


now im gonna have to look into this. my spots are more brown than black!





Pigment Spots are dark brown spots appearing at random throughout the iris. These indicate liver and pancreas malfunction. High or low blood sugar conditions should be suspected.
Reply:IRIDOLOGY
Reply:Iridology
Reply:Iridology.
Reply:uveitis
Reply:I believe it is called Iridology and it is used by some naturopathic physicians as well as nutritionists. Clayton College of Natural Health offers a certificate program in Iridology. You can learn more about it on their website.

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I notice at my familiy reunion that alot of the elderly people there had light blue rings around their iris.?

it is a thick light blue ring that is just at the border and around the iris.

I notice at my familiy reunion that alot of the elderly people there had light blue rings around their iris.?
It was probably just a reflection from their blue hair.
Reply:It is definitely not cataracts, which are cloudy/milky looking patches in the middle. You see this phenomenon in brown-eyed people. It's pigment failure in the iris. Nothing dangerous.
Reply:This is called Arcus Senilis. It is due to cholesterol deposition.

I am looking for the name or link of the photographer who takes pictures of ones eyeball (iris)?

He takes pictures of peoples eyeball (particularly iris) and blows it up very detailed and turns it into a framed art piece. I have been very interested in his work for years now and am unable to find his name. He has been on TV a few times for it....Please help?

I am looking for the name or link of the photographer who takes pictures of ones eyeball (iris)?
I cant find one specific iris photographer, i hope you can find what you are looking for using the information from some or one of these sites:

What is de rock song dat amanda woods was listening 2 wen she 1st got 2 Iris' house in the movie The Holiday

She was drinking at the time and she had very recently arrived in England at Iris' house. She was shaking her head and dancing around the living room.

What is de rock song dat amanda woods was listening 2 wen she 1st got 2 Iris' house in the movie The Holiday
Mr Brightside by the Killers
Reply:mr brightside by the killers great song!! the one shes drinking wine and crazily dancing? right.





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bc50ONFU3...

I can control the movement of the muscles that control the opening and closing of my iris. can anyone else?

since i could remember I have been able to control my iris at will. In other words I can open and close the "colored" part of my eye that is usually controlled involuntarily by the amount of light hitting you eye. When I "contract" at will, my vision becomes blurry. I see no biological use for this, but anytime i try to explain this to an eye doctor, they think im insane. Has anyone ever been able to do this themselves, or knows what this "condition" is?

I can control the movement of the muscles that control the opening and closing of my iris. can anyone else?
You have been to your doctor but the doctor answer your insane... The part of the eye that we can control is the eye lids and the whole eye ball as well. Apparently you said you can control your iris which is not to be. Iris is the one that controls light levels and has tiny muscles that widen and narrow the pupil size. This explain why you say that you can control your iris.

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Did anyone see bush's right eye on larry king. looked like a serpent (split iris).others saw it. what's up ???

JUST HEARD A CALLER ON COAST-TO-COAST AM W/ GEORGE NOORY MENTION IT. I THOUGHT I WAS SEEING THINGS. WHEN HE LOOKED DOWN HE DEFINITELY HAD A SPLIT-IRIS ON HIS RIGHT EYE. IT DOESN'T SHOW UP ON HIS OTHER PHOTOS BUT IT WAS DEFINITELY THERE. LEMME KNOW !!! sorry bout the caps, didn't know it was RUDE!!!!

Did anyone see bush's right eye on larry king. looked like a serpent (split iris).others saw it. what's up ???
Liar. Move on.
Reply:Good grief talk about fishing , who over 4 cares about his iris it is is not running the country .....or is it. Now I am all creeped out hehe


Hope that helps , you made me laugh haha ~A~
Reply:Must have been his double (robot) they used that night.........
Reply:WOW ! Freeky. He is from TX. I want to go for a walk but feel scared cause it is past 12 midnight. I wish I had someone to walk with. I need commeraderie and I got no outdoor excercise today.





That is interesting though. Finally something interesting on here.





I love watching Larry King. Bush is so illiterate it is frightening. Just don't wnat to be like him . . did the sun do it to him. How is he so stupid verbally? I just don't want it to happen to me.





Man that's scarey a little. aehh! I'm a little scared now.
Reply:Didn't see it. But I sure would love to see a screen shot of it! ha!

What are some really nice songs, maybe sad. ones you can think about, like iris by the goo goo dolls.?

go to have nice lyrics. like iris :D

What are some really nice songs, maybe sad. ones you can think about, like iris by the goo goo dolls.?
Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah


Eric Clapton - Tears in Heaven, Running on Faith


Alice In Chains - Nutshell


One Republic - Apologize


Journey - Open Arms


Gary Jules - Mad World
Reply:Little Wonders by Rob Thomas
Reply:angel bu sarah mcloughlin

How thick is the cornea and is a protective skin layer for pupil and Iris?

how thick is the cornea and is it a protective skin layer so if you get a scratch where the center of the eyeball is will it protect the pupil and iris?

How thick is the cornea and is a protective skin layer for pupil and Iris?
Here you go:


"the cornea has a diameter of about 11.5 mm and a thickness of 0.5 mm - 0.6 mm in the center and 0.6 mm - 0.8 mm at the periphery" (See source link).





The cornea does provide protection, and it also refracts (bends) light so you can focus on what you are looking at.





The eyelids and eyelashes provide the most protection for the eye (along with the blink reflex).

Crooked Teeth

What is the correct order in which light enters the eye..? 1. Cornea 2. Iris. Retina?

Just put them in order of which light enters the eye.....





Cornea, Iris, Retina...I don't know the order..I need to! Lens can also be used. It only ask for 3. THANKS..ANSWER ASAP PLEASE!!

What is the correct order in which light enters the eye..? 1. Cornea 2. Iris. Retina?
thats exactly the order sweetheart. its cornea iris retina
Reply:1. Cornea


2. Iris (but actually the pupil - the hole in the iris)


3. Lens


4. Retina
Reply:I think you have the right order.
Reply:you got it right already sweetie. At least you get your answer and i get my 2 points.

Ok yeah it's me again :) i have been reading other post about iris I think I messed up!?

last fall I planted my iris outback but I may have planted them to deep and I can't deep them up I don't know where they are...if that is the case will they still bloom this year or are they dead :( as you can see I'm new a this!!

Ok yeah it's me again :) i have been reading other post about iris I think I messed up!?
i am so glad that i wasn't the only one. well the iris did come up,( so glad).... it didn't bloom that year,but at least i was able to locate them. just maybe guess where you think you plant them and just keep an eye out. good luck. i do love the iris flower, don't you? oh yeah, just plant it then just below the surface. if you try to do lillies, plant them with the iris, just a little deeper though, do they compliment each other.
Reply:I think that you shouldn't panic just yet!! I live in Zone 9/10 and my iris are just now starting to bloom. So you are probably at least a month later than me, blooming-wise! Iris's are pretty hardy!! Next year, I would cover the plants with mulch in the fall. That will keep them from freezing and give them some "food".
Reply:You may have planted them too deep. They are not a bulb, but a corm, and should be planted on the ground. The only thing that should be below the surface are the roots. They may come up. I am in zone 5, too, and mine are up 6". Also, I NEVER mulch. It is a natural habitat for insects and fungi.
Reply:Your Iris should have leaves that sort of look like the blade of a sword. Its still kind of early so don't panic just yet.

Does anyone know of a classified project using the words hyacinth, tulip, lilac,iris and daffodil.?

In the movie Men in Black II there is a Post Office scene where the aliens have an appearance that is an allusion to the 29 cent five stamp panel depicting the Hyacinth, Iris, Tulip, Lilac, and Daffodil. Also, K tells J that there is a free mental health clinic on the corner of Lilac and East Valley (East Valley being a reference to the Kidron Valley in the middle east, the site of Armagedon.) The Men in Black reference to the stamp set is unmistakable. Hyacinth is the Greek word for Sapphire. Sapphire is the gem stone of the ninth month. In the ninth chapter of the book of Revelation, verses 17 through 18 it refers to the fourth rider of Apocalypse on a horse with a breastplate emblazoned with gem stones red as fire, yellow as sulphur, and blue as sapphire. The Hyacinth stamp has three hyacinths, red, yellow and blue. The flag of Imperial China had the colors red, yellow and blue. What other countries have a flag with those exclusive colors?

Does anyone know of a classified project using the words hyacinth, tulip, lilac,iris and daffodil.?
you're completely insane. If only you used those powers for good....
Reply:No, I don't.
Reply:Mexico.
Reply:Delta 5 to Ajax 7


Our cover has been blown. Suggest termination of intruder with extreme prejudice.


over?


Roger, out.


"Lock and load boys ! It looks like we got us a little side job tonight.


Fire up the black choppers and let's roll!"
Reply:The project is called "Flowers for Islam"... it is a secret plan to erradicate the fanatical Islamic movement by destroying all of their support mechanisms and those who breed, feed, house, and give succor to Islamo-fascists.





Every good conspiracy theory question deserves an answer, one that sounds as good as the question.... even if both are BS.
Reply:If I told you I would have to shoot you.
Reply:Not that I know of but you seem to know more about Revelation and you can see the symbols. Interesting but do no read too much into movie hits...I feel they make you think they have uncovered codes and try to get you going... The symbols I understand represent goverments... I thought MONSTERS that I did not want to see of course. We just look for the coming of Jesus. Flags have lots of colors and who knows why they are picked. Things happen and people really do not know why they are doing them. Calm down OK

My eyes are a bit yellow to the left and right of my iris; but nowhere else...what is it?

The top and bottom of my sclera arent yellow; but it just seems to the left and right of the iris there is a yellow hue. Its not all over the eye like i think jaundice would be; what is it?

My eyes are a bit yellow to the left and right of my iris; but nowhere else...what is it?
You are right, it is not jaundice. It is actually quite a natural colour the conjunctiva (lining of the surface of the eye) takes on in some people- in the area of the eye that is exposed to the sun. Especially if you have slightly more pigmented skin or if you have more exposure to sun. It is nothing to worry about generally. If it is more raised/ bumpy, it called a pinguecula and can sometimes make the eye feel a tiny bit gritty. However, even that is nothing to worry about. If you think its appearance is changing rapidly, or it is getting darker yellow or inflammed, then do see an eye doc - you will probably be reassured. Hope that helps.
Reply:maryjane
Reply:Could be medicines if your taking any my daughter has that,she takes meds for Asthma and allergies.
Reply:What everyone has written is right about your eyes, but you should also see you primary doctor and maybe get some lab work done. They will check your LIVER functions. Even if it nothing, wouldnt you feel better knowing that it is just the color of your eyes and not the begining of Hepatitis?!?!





-Good Luck
Reply:Pingueculae. Raised yellowish nodules on the conjunctiva. They are harmless and not uncommon. They occur more often when exposed to high levels of UV light, so always wear sunglasses outside when required.
Reply:If you are african-american I have herd that hep.C can do this.If you are not then I dont know.
Reply:Not sure. How is the color of you're skin? Is that alittle yellowish too?





Do you take Vit. A? If ya take to much, that can do it, and it is dangerous to use to much of it. If you are using that or any other fat soluble vitamin that tends to stay in the system, you should never use to much.





Maybe go to a Doctor. I was going to say, try WebMD, but for that I think you've already got to know what you have.





See, when people start scrolling down lists to find out, sometimes that's not to good.





That leads to self-diagnosis, and sometimes a set of symptoms can match many different things.





Then we could end up telling ourselves we "Oh, I have that!", or this!


See, and that isn't always good for the nerves.





And we can make it a self fulfilling prophecy. Sort of like, what the heck, I might as well really tie one on, live recklessly, etc., cause if I have Zorch! I'm not gonna live along time anyway.





And we might not even have anything.





How about the simplest first, possibly eye strain? Always start with the simplest first, but be ready to see a doctor just in case.

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If you play guitar do you know how to play the song iris by the goo goo dolls?

some one help me out


i whant to learn the song iris by the goo goo dolls

If you play guitar do you know how to play the song iris by the goo goo dolls?
Basically.... goes something like this:





INTRO:


Bm A Asus G Dsus D (2 times)








VERSE 1:





D Em G


And I'd give up forever to touch you


Bm A G


Cause I know that you'd feel me some how


D Em G


You're closest to heaven that I'll ever be


Bm A G


And I don't want go home right now


D Em G


And all I can taste is this moment


Bm A G


And all I can breath is your life


D Em G


And sooner or later it's over


Bm A G


I just don't want to miss you tonight











CHORUS:





Bm A G


And I don't want the world to see me


Bm A G


Cause I don't think that they'd understand


Bm A G


When everything's made to be broken


Bm A G


I just want you to know who I am











INSTRUMENTAL:





Play Intro Chords 2 times:


Bm A Asus G Dsus D











VERSE 2:





D Em G


And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming


Bm A G


Or the moment of truth in your lies


D Em G


When everything feels like the movies


Bm A G


Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive











CHORUS:





Bm A G


And I don't want the world to see me


Bm A G


Cause I don't think that they'd understand


Bm A G


When everything's made to be broken


Bm A G


I just want you to know who I am








INSRUMENTAL BRIDGE:





Bm A G (play 4 times)





Bm A Asus G D/F# D (play 3 times)





Bm A Asus








GUITAR SOLO





Bm A G (play 4 times)








CHORUS:





Bm A G


And I don't want the world to see me


Bm A G


Cause I don't think that they'd understand


Bm A G


When everything's made to be broken


Bm A G


I just want you to know who I am














Bm A G


And I don't want the world to see me


Bm A G


Cause I don't think that they'd understand


Bm A G


When everything's made to be broken


Bm A G


I just want you to know who I am (repeat this line 4 times)
Reply:I love that song! Report It

Reply:If you can read music try Google-ing "Iris tabs", you should find them pretty easilly, it's quite a popular song.
Reply:easy, just go to www.ultimate-guitar.com and up at the tool bar for song tyupe in the song iris and it will come up with the tab or type of in the goo goo dolls and it should do it.
Reply:you have to completely retune your guitar for this song, you can't just play it in standard tuning. Below is the correct tuning:





D


D


D


D


D


B

I have this red dot in my eye right next to my iris. It doesn't hurt, its just there...what could it be?

The red dot sort of budges into my iris a little looking as though it is pushing over the "color", but it doesn't hurt, and it is very very small...Is it a broken blood vessel or something? Thanx :)

I have this red dot in my eye right next to my iris. It doesn't hurt, its just there...what could it be?
I had that about 15 years ago. Turned out to be an ulcer and I had to use drops to heal the ulcer. The doctor said that it was really close to my pupil and I was lucky because my baby at the time was playing with a laser light, caught my attention and shined it at my eye. He could have accidentally burned my retina or done something to himself.





Mine didn't hurt either. It just looked bad. Go see your eye doctor.
Reply:if it is a broken blood vessel it will go away in a couple of weeks. if it doesn't hurt there is nothing wrong. don't freak.
Reply:Its quite normal for the tiny blood vessels there to burst. I have it too.
Reply:Go to the doctor. It might be something serious.
Reply:Do not take chances with your eyesight! Go see you doctor.
Reply:Its probaly a blood vessle did you bump it?

8 week old siberian husky with blue eyes on top half of iris's only. Will they turn blue all the way?

When he was 6 weeks old they were barely blue but over the past 2 weeks they have slowly gotten more blue about half way down his iris and I am curious if it will continue or does it stop at a certain age?

8 week old siberian husky with blue eyes on top half of iris's only. Will they turn blue all the way?
Sounds like he has what is called a parti eye. It will probably be his permanent color(s).





A husky can come in any color or combination of color(s) ranging from pure white to pure black and anything in between. The eyes can be any color or combination of colors including light blue to dark blue, green. amber to dark brown. They can have two of the same color, one of each (bi-eyed) or eyes that have two colors in the same eye (parti-eyed). Any of these are normal. A good site for Husky coat and eye colors: http://www.huskycolors.com/colors.html





Our kids coat and eye colors are (were):





Our copper girls: Rustie (Bl / Bl), Missy ( Bl / Br),


Abby (Bl / Bl), Sheba (Bl / Bl %26amp; Am), Tasha (Br / Br)





Cream %26amp; orangeish girl: Molly (Br / Br)





Our black %26amp; white girls: Ashley (Bl / Bl), Queen (Bl / Bl),


Zoe (Bl / Bl), Lexie (Alexis) (Bl / Br)





Our Agoutie girl: Princess (Bl / Bl %26amp; Br)





Copper boys: Bandit (BL / Bl), Nanook (Bl / Bl)





B %26amp; W boy: Jake (Bl %26amp; Br / Bl %26amp; Br), Aileron (Bl / Bl %26amp; Br)





Grey cream boy: Demon ( Molly's littermate) (Br / Br)





White girls (littermates): Nakita (Bl %26amp; Br /Bl), Mischka ( Br %26amp; Br)





As you can see there is no correlation between their coat and eye colors. Even double parti eye can happen (Jake).








25 years of being owned by Siberian Huskies. I currently have 14 Huskies most of whom were rescued by us from people who didn’t know what they were getting into.
Reply:It's hard to say how it's going to be permanently but what he has now is called a Parti-eye. Go to www.howlnwind.com and look at the puppies if they have any. some of them have bi eyes and parti eyes etc.
Reply:It might some dogs have a half blue eye, half brown eye, it happens

What happened to my order on 7-3-2007 Check # 9709 for Iris Collection?

I ordered Reblooming Bearded Iris Collection


July 3,2007 Check #9709- I never received them. Please explain


Norma R. Rogers


1338 Balbos Atreet


San Luis Obispo, CA 93405

What happened to my order on 7-3-2007 Check # 9709 for Iris Collection?
You need to address this question to the company you ordered from.

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Is it common to have a dark grayish ring around the iris of the eye?

My eyes are kind of brown with a tiny bit of green mixed in it and I have a dark greyish ring around each iris.

Is it common to have a dark grayish ring around the iris of the eye?
It's just your pigmentation and nothing to fret about.
Reply:Yes. My sister has grey-blue eyes--they change--but she has grey rings aroung her irises sometimes. Don't worry!
Reply:One of the most fascinating things about studying people is looking closely into their eyes. After just a few, you discover that everyone's eyes are different. A unique color I saw in a high school friend was gold. It was a soft, golden toast brown. I have never seen another person with that color eyes. This was long before colored contacts.





So your brown, with green, and dark gray ring are unique, yet not unusual because we are all different. Study others' eyes.
Reply:I believe so. I have the same thing, it's like a gray/silver ring around the iris. Maybe it's the eye color because my eyes are similar to that.

I want to Know more information about The E.Passport Chip (iris).?

Is The iris , fingerprinting , image , signature , and MRZ data insid the Chip .


I can read the data in the Chip by reader data when the Passport is closed or not.

I want to Know more information about The E.Passport Chip (iris).?
This may be some help to you





http://www.silicon.com/tags/e-passport+i...

I am looking for a woman who was formaly known as iris anne palmer, she was adopted, her age is about 57?

our birth mother was called alice amelia palmer i was adopted about two years after iris, alice had at least two sisters and a brother

I am looking for a woman who was formaly known as iris anne palmer, she was adopted, her age is about 57?
Sent you an e-mail go read it !!!








isn't 57 a little old to be adopted???





Really now there are Palmers in Bellville Ohio but don't tell them I sent you...





Also you can reach a lot more Palmers if you go to Ancestry.com and go to the list for Palmers





You do not have to pay for that part.





Also rootsweb.com has a list too ask on those two and you will have the best chance.





I do a lot of genealogy and I have Palmers in the tree and that is why I know this....








Hope you find her.


Jerry
Reply:try your local social services I suppose you have tried local connections i.e where you lived when you were little someone might know something that could help good luck
Reply:try going to friends reuinted they also have a bit for family too

I have what looks like "yellow spider vericose veins" on the iris, around pupil ?

the white of the eyes are white, just under the cornea lens, on the iris, yellow pigment veiny veins looks like ? fat deposits or something ?


I have hazel brown eyes, you can see the veins over the brown color ?


anything what i could be or just normal ?

I have what looks like "yellow spider vericose veins" on the iris, around pupil ?
Could be due to meds you're taking or sign of allergies. If you're African American, yellow pigment is normal coloration.

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One time my pupil for my left eye fully covered my iris, can some one tell me why?

one day when i checked my eye(I started doing that daily 'cause i noticed they were changing) i saw that i didn't have an iris for my left eye and that my pupil had filled up that space making my eye black and it freaked me out.

One time my pupil for my left eye fully covered my iris, can some one tell me why?
Other than a neurological problem (which it probably wasn't since the problem went away) the only thing thing that could probably cause this is a chemical dilation. There are many household chemicals (for example insecticides) that can act as highly aggressive dilators if they come in contact with the eye. It is possible to accidently dilate your eye with one of these chemicals if you handle the chemical and before washing your hands touch or rub your eye. My bet is on accidental chemical dilation. Hope this helped.
Reply:That is extremely odd, I never even heard of it however could it be your pupil was just diolated? Dark, drugs other explanations.

Who would you say has a similar writing style as Iris Johansen?

I really have enjoyed a couple of her books so far. But I would like more of a variety of authors. and what were your favorite Iris Johansen novels? name the top 5 or 10 if you can :D thanks

Who would you say has a similar writing style as Iris Johansen?
The Bone Garden by Tess Gerritsen


Creation in Death by J.D. Robb


Up Close and Dangerous by Linda Howard


High Noon by Nora Roberts


Blood Dreams Perfect by Kay Hooper


Strangers in Death Hardcover by J.D. Robb


Blood Brothers: The Sign of Seven Trilogy by Nora Roberts


Play Dirty by Sandra Brown
Reply:I think I read all of them and afterwords I tried Stuart Woods, then James Doss and John Dunning. Moved to Jack DuBrul and Matthew Reilly and Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child writing together and separately. Just finished the third book in a series by Paul Christopher who uses a heroine instead of a hero, pretty darn good too. Enjoy!
Reply:Iris Johansen Best Books - My favorites all involved Eve Duncan the forensic sculpter. Click "recurring characters" -


http://www.irisjohansen.com/





Other Similar Authors:


Tami Hoag


Janet Evanovich


Sandra Brown


Dan Brown


Catherine Coulter


James Patterson

I have one yellowish bump on each eyeball beside the iris (coloured part) on the inner part. What is it?

My sister noticed a few weeks ago and thought they were strange. I have always noticed them and thought they were normal. It's just one small bump beside the iris on the inside (part closest to nose) on each eye. My husband also has them and I noticed my cousin does also. My sister and kids don't. What are these bumps?

I have one yellowish bump on each eyeball beside the iris (coloured part) on the inner part. What is it?
pterygium,or pingeculum
Reply:I'm not positive but I have some yellow in my eyes and they say it is from not protecting them from the sun. I'd go see an eye doctor to find out for sure.
Reply:You'll never really know until you see a doctor about them!
Reply:It could be a corneal ulcer go see a doctor before it gets worse.
Reply:i cannot remember what it is called but i know its serious my friend had it. and the doctor said he could lose his site if he didnt get it taken care.of. please see a doctor immediately
Reply:YOU GOT THE STAFF INFECTION!
Reply:I don't know, but that sounds very weird. You should definately see a doctor just in case it is something serious!!


I have recently noticed a dark grayish mark on my eyeball that is close to my lower rim on my left eye. I wear eyeliner on the inside of my eye, so when I first noticed it, I thought it was only a smudge of eyeliner I rubbed there by accident. I used to think I was the only one that could see it too, until my friends asked me what the heck it was!! Kind of strange...
Reply:I have those also. I don't worry about them b/c they have been there a very long time and my eye Dr. has never said anything about them.


I would think if he was concerned, he'd have let me know.


Don't panic but go to your eye Dr. if you are that concerned about them. Rather be safe than sorry ya know?

Vizsla dog with a dark spot in his eye, on iris?

Hi, for the past few months I noticed my 5 year old Vizsla dog has a dark spot on his iris in one eye. It's like a dot of darker color. It doesn't seem to bother him. I will get it checked by the vet soon, but has anybody else ever seen this? What could it be? I think it might have gotten slightly larger recently.

Vizsla dog with a dark spot in his eye, on iris?
Please take him to the vet for evaluation. It could be nothing at all, but it could also be a cancerous or benign growth/cyst.





I've seen dark spots in the iris before and often they're just 'freckles'. But if he didn't have it from puppyhood/young adult, and it may be growing, it should be checked out as soon as possible.


Good Luck!
Reply:I haven't seen this in person, but have come across it in my research online. I adopted a cat with two different-colored eyes and the vet was concerned about one of them. This can be a form of cancer. I'd get him in sooner rather than later for a diagnosis. If it is cancer, time is important for treatment.





Another possible cause could be trauma - if he got hit in the head with a ball or ran into the corner of the wall, for instance.

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Do you think eyes are prettier with more pupil or iris? Totally random, I know.?

I went to the eye doctor yesterday, and they're like "wow! Your pupils are huge!" So I was looking in the mirror, and I was thinking "no they're not!" but then I looked at other peoples eyes, and my pupils are like, twice the size of other peoples pupils. So, do you think bigger pupils are better or not? BTW,the pupil is the black center of the eye, and the iris is the colored outside.

Do you think eyes are prettier with more pupil or iris? Totally random, I know.?
I don't think it's a big deal either way. My mom has huge pretty blue eyes with large pupils.





I was reading in this psych book that when people's eyes are dilated, they find whatever they are looking at more attractive. People tend to find dilated pupils more attractive than those that aren't - that's why gypsies back in the day would use a chemical to make their pupils dilate to be sexier. (STRANGE BUT RANDOM FACT, I know!)
Reply:It should be somewhere in the middle, because if the pupil too huge you appear to be tripping on acid, and if it's a tiny pinpoint, that's usually an indication that someone's on opiates.
Reply:iris!
Reply:More iris, less pupil...
Reply:More pupil. :]
Reply:More pupil.
Reply:more pupil...
Reply:I don't know that I've ever seen an abnormally large pupil.
Reply:r u serious!!
Reply:what wtf

Someone I recently met has a dark spot on their eye, right on their iris, next to the pupil, what is it?

It looks like the pupil is bleeding in to the iris, so part of the iris is completely black. Can someone please tell me what it might be?

Someone I recently met has a dark spot on their eye, right on their iris, next to the pupil, what is it?
a congregation of melanin could be it.





or a healed subconjunctival hemorrhage.
Reply:My mom's eyes look like this. She was treated with laser surgery for a form of glaucoma. The Dr. needed to use the laser to puncture her irises to relieve the pressure that was building up in her eyes.
Reply:If it is a small mark it is simply a pigment. If it's larger it's called a hypotrophic sectoral heterochromia. It does mean something depending on the color and is hereditary. Tell the person to find an IIPA certified Iridologist in their area for more help.
Reply:i got a tiny brown dot.
Reply:Ask them.
Reply:it could be cancer, but thats very unlikely. its probably just a discoloration. what color is their iris normally?





my aunt has a mole on her eyeball (hand to God serious, the doctor told her that's what it is), but not on the iris. it looks really weird. maybe that's what this person has on their eye.
Reply:could have bursted a blood vessel in the eye - it goes away, but leaves a mark for a while. Or, it could be a freckle.
Reply:It's a freckle. My dad has a couple. As weird as it sounds you CAN get freckles on your eyeballs
Reply:This sounds as if the person has a coloboma a cleft of the iris. Coloboma is a rare eye condition where the iris does not close all the way.


My son has this condition.


if you are lucky It can affect the iris only or it can go clear back to the optic nerve of the eye. This eye condition is also related to a few different syndromes such as Charge which my son has and also cat eye syndrome.


Hope this helps.





Check this site out www.coloboma.com it will give you alot of details on this condition.
Reply:My daughter has a brown spot on her eye and when I ask her eye doctor about this he said it was a birth mark
Reply:I have that too, its scarin me :(
Reply:An accumulation of "fat" It's called fat because it has the same consistency . It's like a little growth
Reply:IT'S A THIRD EYE, PUNCH EM IN IT AND RUN AWAY!!

I have one yellowish bump on each eyeball beside the iris (coloured part) on the inner part. What is it?

My sister noticed a few weeks ago and thought they were strange. I have always noticed them and thought they were normal. It's just one small bump beside the iris on the inside (part closest to nose) on each eye. My husband also has them and I noticed my cousin does also. My sister and kids don't. What are these bumps?

I have one yellowish bump on each eyeball beside the iris (coloured part) on the inner part. What is it?
Actually, I doubt its a pterygium. Most likely its pinguecula.
Reply:I agree completely with Mama girl.. she knows what she is talking about.
Reply:If its on both eyeballs, I wouldnt worry to much about it. Maybe ask you doctor when you go next. I wouldnt run out and scheduale and appointment for that.
Reply:Hi,





These are called pterygium, quite common to those who live in sunny, hot dry areas, esp. southern hemisphere. The tendency to get them is hereditary (both my brother and dad have them). I had two, one on each eye, went to the doctors (once in NZ and once in UK). They referred me to the ophthalmologist. The ophthalmologist in NZ removed it with eye drop anesthesia, a scalpel and tweezers, took about 20 mins. The other (in UK on NHS), he put me under general anesthetic, removed it and applied a kind of gauze graft with tiny stitching. With the latter procedure, I managed to get an eye infection, due to the stitch irritation, so it took much longer to heal..





These are only really removed for cosmetic reasons however, mine started off quite small, and grew to boarder the edge of my iris to cause discomfort. There is apparently a 50 percent possibility that they will come back once removed, but I have never had a problem (operation was 5 and 3 years ago).








Hope this helps.





xo

Question about the color of the eye's limbus in relation to the iris's color?

Hello, is it true that the limbus of the eye (see: http://www.lvpei.org/stemcell_dia.jpg or please see: http://medical-dictionary.thefreediction... as an example) is usually a lighter color than the iris's color? Could it be darker? Is it possible for the color to be blue (exceptions being a corneal arcus) for darker colored eyes? Example: a person who doesn't have high cholesterol deposits who has brown eyes to have a blue limbus? Is the limbus's color usually the eye's color? Finally, IF it is possible genetically for the limbus's color to be completely different from the iris (say blue), what would be the frequency of this (particularly in the US)? How unlikely is it for eyes to have a blue limbus and would age matter (of course older people might have a corneal arcus more)? What would be the frequency of this for a total average segmented population? Any facts or scientific data is greatly appreciated. Thank you so much.

Question about the color of the eye's limbus in relation to the iris's color?
The limbus is part of the cornea, the part where the cornea meets the sclera. It is not part of the iris and does not have any colour. The limbus can become cloudy and look yellow white to blue white due to normal aging and a variety of medical conditions.





The iris itself itself is very variable in colour and a darker or lighter ring near the pupil and/or near the outer edge (under the area where the limbus is) is common.

flower arrangements

Is it to late to plant,Anemone,Coronaria Decaen,Iris,Allium Molly?

I have bulbs to plant is it to late,Anemone,Coronaria DeCaen,and Iris Holland,Allium Molly?

Is it to late to plant,Anemone,Coronaria Decaen,Iris,Allium Molly?
You can plant them now for next spring, but you do not know what their condition will be until next spring. The best thing to do is to store them in a cool, dry, dark location until fall and then plant. Place them in sand, peat moss, vermiculite, etc. Here is a great site on bulbs and their care!





http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/bulbs/bulbb...
Reply:Yeah, it's too late now, since they are spring bulbs and needed to be plant latest in March. You can keep them in a cool, dry place and plant them this fall for next spring flower.

Can anyone tell me how to find websites involving Iris Moore of Doylestown ohio?

i need to dig up some dirt on Iris Moore of Doylestown ohio because i am about to start a custody battle with her and i heard rumors of some "questionable" sites involving her

Can anyone tell me how to find websites involving Iris Moore of Doylestown ohio?
Try this.

Contacts making my eyes red, with orange around my iris?

wut is wrong with me?


in the morrning when i look in the mirror my eyes are white. but when i put in my contact lences in the white in my eyes turn red and bright orange circles appear around my iris!

Contacts making my eyes red, with orange around my iris?
Have you been to the Ophthalmologist lately? The CL's may not fit right, or they may need to be replaced (Soft lenses get protein build-up, and need to be replaced). Anyway, could be an infection called Iritis. With a history of aa Corneal Ulcer, you should be very carefull...you can go blind from improper wearing/caring of CL's. Good Luck!
Reply:Sure it's not the light coming through and casting a light of colors?%26gt;


Maybe you should change the prescription...Or wear glasses/?
Reply:Eyes are natrually white inside it. well, next to the iris and pupil.


You bought contacts that change your eye color around your eyes.
Reply:u should go and see the doc. when i first got mine it did that and my contact had a infection when they shipped it to me
Reply:When the vessels at the limbus, where the white sclera meets the clear cornea, become engorged, it appears as a pinkish or mild red color around the cornea. This is called ciliary injection.





Your contacts are not fitting correctly. They are probably too tight and don't move enough to allow for the tears to wash over the cornea as you blink. This exchange of tears is fairly important...the lack of oxygen to your cornea is causing it to 'complain'.





This isn't an ulcer, nor an infection...not yet.





Have the people who fit the lenses take a look at how they are riding on your corneas. If they aren't moving enough, they're too tight or the base curve is fairly close to your corneal curves and the lens is getting sucked onto the cornea.





If the lens is too flat, it'll move too much and get lost up there or down or over or ?
Reply:Hmm, it could be a reflection on the contacts? Or maybe your contacts were poorly made and you should buy some new ones.

Books that are similar to catherine coulter,fbi series,iris johansan-eve duncan series,j.d.robb-in death serie

does anyone know of any series books that are similar to any of these series? fbi series by catherine coulter,eve duncan series by iris johansan,or in death series by j.d. robb. i like books that have romance,suspense and are in a series.

Books that are similar to catherine coulter,fbi series,iris johansan-eve duncan series,j.d.robb-in death serie
try judith mcnaught and amanda quick/jane ann krentz
Reply:These are somewhat similar





Kay Hooper's Bishop/Special Crimes Unit Novel series. Basically they revolve around an FBI unit that tracks killers but the members have...extraordinary powers. Think a cross between X-Files and Criminal Minds.





Janet Evonovich's Stephanie Plum series. Plum is a bounty hunter...tough as nails and I find her funny as all get out.





Kathy Reichs (basis for the tv series "Bones" and Patricia Cornwall (Kay Scarpetta series a better version of Reichs' series) and Linda Fairstein (Alexandra Cooper, these are legal thrillers)





Tess Gerritsen's Jane Rizzoli's series. Rizzoli is a Boston detective.
Reply:Check out the following authors: W.E.B. Griffin; Patricia Cornwell; Douglas Preston; James Rollins; Clive Cussler; Lee Child; James Patterson; Karin Fossum.
Reply:MIchael Connelly's Harry Bosch series. Daniel Silva's Gabriel Allon series.





Other than that, Nelson De Mille, Lisa Unger, Steve Berry are all great. Pax-C

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Are there any known treatments for Colombo of the iris??

This is a condition in which parts of the iris are missing due to birth defects or serious eye trauma. It decreases visual accuity and impairs night vision.

Are there any known treatments for Colombo of the iris??
I believe the only thing available (I could be wrong) for a coloboma of the iris is to treat it cosmetically. This is done with a special contact lens that is colored to cover up the mishapen portion of the iris. This should also help reduce the amount of light that is let in through the mishapen portion.

What is a good song that everyon knows, like IRIS, closing time or two princes?

You know what i mean, a song that you hear on the radio and you think "I wish i knew the name of that song"





My question is, what is a song that you realy like, that most everyone likes (doesnt have 2 be your favorite song).





For example: IRIS, slide, 100 years, black balloon, truly madly deeply, roll to me, in the end, bright lights, and broadway is dark tonight.





Thanks 4 ur answers!

What is a good song that everyon knows, like IRIS, closing time or two princes?
couldnt ask for more by edwin mccain
Reply:well i luv green day...and some songs i hear by them on te radio r holiday, blvd. of broken dreams, when sept. end ect. but i luv good ridence, american idiot, castaway, all the time, homecomming, and stuff like tht.


thx


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Reply:everlong by foo fighters, party up by dmx, back that azz up by juvenile
Reply:Edwin McCain-i'll be


The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony
Reply:The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony.
Reply:iris if u mean the one by goo goo dolls
Reply:i think everyone probably knows bohemian rhapsody and friends in low places
Reply:Love Shack!
Reply:nickelback - you remind me


aerosmith - dream of you (whatever the title is lol)

get well flower

Where can I download or listen to Ronan Keating - Iris ?

do you like his version of Iris ?

Where can I download or listen to Ronan Keating - Iris ?
ronankeatingdownloads.com
Reply:http://www.youtube.com Report It

Reply:did u try yahoo music or download.com
Reply:why would you want to? Try iTunes if you really need to

A company basted in Oregon whos catalog sold Bearded Iris's only! They always requested a $4.00 fe? Name?

They also grew them in Oregon, United States...I need the name of the company...I can't find their ad in any of my catalog's. They also had many fragrant bearded iris's...does anyone know this company's name?

A company basted in Oregon whos catalog sold Bearded Iris's only! They always requested a $4.00 fe? Name?
Here's the place I think you're thinking of. Cooley's Garden.
Reply:though there are many iris plantations is Oregon. This one has a huge variety of bearded iris, including fragrant.

Can anyone tell where to get the Rose D"Iris fragrance for Lampe Berger?

I am looking for a discontinued scent for Lampe Berger called "Rose D" Iris".If anyone can tell me where I can still find that particular "flavor",I would really appreciare it.

Can anyone tell where to get the Rose D"Iris fragrance for Lampe Berger?
Try Ebay, or Craigslist.

I woke up with a red spot near the iris of my eye...what is it?

I've seen these on other people's eyes, but never mine. Just along my iris a small red blood-looking spot showed up just under a week ago. Lately my eyes have been extremely sore and almost painful to open when i wake up - maybe just dry. But I think the whites are slightly yellowish as well. Any ideas?

I woke up with a red spot near the iris of my eye...what is it?
Sounds like a busted blood vessel or something in your eye that is irritating it. See your local eye dr.
Reply:Its nice to hear your improving ,,glad I could help a little. Good Luck to you! Report It

Reply:a stye?
Reply:I've had something similar. A burst capillary in the white (sclera) of my eye. Doctor said could be related to high blood pressure, and that we should monitor my bp. The red spot went away.





Dr. also said that if the red spot touched the iris, or worse, surrounded it, situation becomes extremely serious.





Don't take chances. See a doctor immediately.
Reply:Go see a eye doctor.
Reply:If you wear makeup, there's a good chance it's a stye.
Reply:are u related to Darth Vadar? no, i'm jking.





Um, try seeing ur ophthalmologist.
Reply:Yellow in the eyes is a sign of jaundice go to the doctor
Reply:You are describing two very different symptoms. Red in your eye could be simply a broken blood vessel (though they usually clear up quite quickly) or conjunctivitis (pink eye) which is very contagious and needs treatment by a doctor.





If the whites of your eyes are yellow, that needs to be checked by a doctor for sure.





I hope this helps.
Reply:aliens got to you!!!!!!
Reply:Sounds like a stye.
Reply:iduno but cant be good

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Why are my contacts not centered on my iris?

This is really annoying. The contact keeps going slightly up on my eye, so the edge of it is on my iris. It's uncomfortable and slightly hurts. I'ved blink alot, pushed it down with my finger, and took it out and put it back in, but it's still being mean to me. What do I do?

Why are my contacts not centered on my iris?
haha...sorry for late reply. probably you have turn it upside down?
Reply:Maybe it's not fitting right or it's upside down. That could cause it to move around in your eye.

I have a small brown section in my iris that was not there before and i have green/blue eyes normally?

I have developed a small brown section in my iris where the colouriong of my eye is. the white section is fine and my eyesight is perfect. just wandering if i should worry about this new colour in my otherwise green eyes?

I have a small brown section in my iris that was not there before and i have green/blue eyes normally?
It's probably normal. Brunescence occurs with age a lot of the time. But I would visit your ophthalmologist just to be on the safe side.

I am trying to find what species of iris is growing in front of my house?

I just moved to Terrell, Texas and there are beautiful iris growing in front of my house. They are yellow with what looks like paintbrush splatter of burnt orange color. I want to learn what species it is and the proper care of them. Can anyone help me?

I am trying to find what species of iris is growing in front of my house?
Maybe you can find it among these Bearded Iris:


This is Rio (click your refresh buttom if this doesn't come up at first)


http://www.mid-americagarden.com/images/...





From your description it might be a Tiger Honey Zebra Iris if the "paint splatter" is intense:


http://springhillnursery.com/product.asp...





Images of more Bearded Iris:


http://springhillnursery.com/search.asp?...





More info on Iris species:


http://hgic.clemson.edu/factsheets/HGIC1...


Good luck! Hope this helps.
Reply:Bearded Iris.....lucky you...every real early spring dig them up and cut them apart...youll see where they are making a nother one connected to it.....have a big bucket with soapy water with a half cup of bleach in it and wash them...cut off any rotten parts and replant them...they will grow anywhere here.....they will die back and grow back in spring......more sun more flowers...very little water....after they get big....dont water a lot they will rot...

Is it cataract when an aging person's iris turns pale?

A friend of the family aged 55ish has dark brown eyes and has a pale white fog around the edge of her iris . . . . she doesn't want to see a doctor, is this cataract or is it normal?

Is it cataract when an aging person's iris turns pale?
That is what I have seen on many of the older people in my family then they had cataracts surgery and it was gone.
Reply:That could be a cataract. It shows up as a white cloudy spot on the eye.

Books

What do you think of Jacinda Leeanne , Annmarie iris and Noelani Brooke?

jacinda is for the names Jack and Cindythey are people I know Lee is my dads middle name and and ann is my moms Marie is my middle name and ann is my moms Iris is just a name i like I just like the meaning and the sound

What do you think of Jacinda Leeanne , Annmarie iris and Noelani Brooke?
um....very creative. but remember that your child will have to rememeber their name once they are in school. that and....do you want your child to be FOREVER frustrated because no one can spell or pronounce their name correctly?





i love Jacinda. cute, easy to read, and spell. Leeanne is cute. Annmarie is sweet too. Iris ehhh, it's okay.





Brooke is cute, but what is Noelani? No-el-on-EE?


it's okay.
Reply:I adore Noelani Brooke (:
Reply:Noelani Brooke is beautiful. Noelani, never heard that before, it sounds...Hawiaan.
Reply:I like Noelle Brooke better than Noelani Brooke :p





By the way, there's an umlaut (two dots) over the "o" in Noelle.
Reply:jacinda leeanne is nice.


my partners middle name is lea and mine is anne, and we like modern, unusual names so we called our daughter kobi-leanne!
Reply:My fav is Noelani out of them..not to fond of Brooke..but that obviously is what you have in mind..suggestion would be to use Noelani Leeanne..good luck in whatever you choose!!

What is the most effective way to kill Iris roots?

I am trying to get rid of some Iris' that were growing along side of my house and taking over my driveway. I chopped them all down with the weedeater last night because they were just too out of hand. Now, I am trying to figure out the best way to rid of the roots, so that I dont have to chop them down every year. I have already used Roundup. Didnt even phase them. It is on the side of the house where the driveway is, so there isnt enough room for me to dig them up.

What is the most effective way to kill Iris roots?
If you used Roundup, you need to wait for it to sink in and the plants to start dying. By cutting off the leaves, the Roundup can't make it to the base of the plant.





If you used roundup and saw zero leaf die-off, check the expiration date of your RoundUp. Also make sure you mixed it to the right concentration. You need to use *alot* of RoundUp to kill a plant, so spray the heck out of it next time. Wait for dry weather so that rain won't wash the chemical off.





If it were me, I would've offered the plants free to neighbors. Lots of people love Iris, and they would've done the hard work of carefully digging up the bulbs for you. Right now your only option is to use a small hand shovel to dig out the bulbs.
Reply:Round Up will kill them if used properly. It's systemic, meaning it needs to be sprayed on the leaves so that they can carry the chemical down to the root of the plant. Also make sure your are diluting it to the proper strength. I like the kind you mix yourself rather than the premixed. And wait at least a week and a half after spraying before you cut them down. If you don't get a good kill the first time you may need to reapply.
Reply:There is a product called ground clear that you can buy at the depot. Will kill anything. Though I agree to ask neoghbors if they want to come over and dig them up. If they grow there you must be able to get them out.
Reply:If you do not want to dig them up - which is the best thing to do - you can cover the rhisomes with 4 inches of dirt. Iris will not grow and boom if their rhisomes are not on top of the ground.


They are very easy to dig because they sit on top of the ground and the roots are delicate and shallow. You should have no trouble at all pulling them up with a hoe or round shovel.
Reply:If they keep coming back put an ad on Craigslist.com


Free Dig your own Iris!


Someone wants them. My brother-in-law got rid of a pile of broken concrete this way, some one loaded it up and took it away.
Reply:Coffee, make some coffee, and go pour it on the weeds, take care of those things fast

Can anybody answer what is the meaning of IRIS in Goo Goo Dolls song?

im curious what is the meaning of Iris, can anybody answer?

Can anybody answer what is the meaning of IRIS in Goo Goo Dolls song?
Asa VH1 Behind The Music fanatic, I know that Johnny Reznik has been quoted saying the thissong was written strictly for the movie "City of Angels" and is therefor highly reflective of the plot. EX."AndI'd give up forever to tiuch you, cause I know that you feelme somehow." If Nicholas Cage leaves his angel form, to be with Meg Ryan, he loses his immortality. Meg playsadoctorin the film, and Nick Cage is standing in the room during her surgery because the PT is goingto die, and he is responsible for the deliverance of the pt's soul. Meg feels his presence in the room, but doesnt know what it is she's sensing.
Reply:%26lt;from source below%26gt;


The lyrics tell the story of an unknown person's desire to be known by the object of his love. However, he seeks to avoid the notice of others because of possible repercussions. The theme of these lyrics ties in directly to the film, in which an angel falls in love with a mortal woman, and can only stay with her by giving up his angelic nature and becoming mortal.

How can I tell if this is an Iris or a Lilly?

I've got a flower in my garden that I want to identify, and half my friends say it is an Iris and half say it is a Lilly. Can anyone describe the difference well enough for me to tell? It is yellow with some orange-ish in the center, grew from a bulb, and is still blooming in June in Texas (90's). It's been blooming since spring. I haven't cut them back at all, and the stalks are probably over four feet high.

How can I tell if this is an Iris or a Lilly?
If it's over 4 feet high, I am going to go with Lily. I raise all types of iris, german, tall bearded, japaneses, siberian, dutch, reticulated and none that I know of really get that high, but that could be due to our climate. But then again, I also raise lilies and I don't have any that blooms continuous. I do have iris that rebloom. Can't you get on Yahoo and search Iris pictures and Lily pictures and see which one it looks like? If there is just one stalk and the leaves are thin and coming out kinda circular and the blooms come off that one stalk then it is a lily. It the leaves are wide and flat and light green and the bloom stalk comes up from them and multiply blooms comes off that stalk it is a tall bearded iris. But there is tons of different types within the 2 species. Sorry I can't be of more help.
Reply:an iris is a sort of composite flower. by that i mean each iris flower has three mouths or trumpets (i think it's 3 for all species and varieties) whereas lillies have only one opening.


perhaps this website will be useful to you:


http://userwww.sfsu.edu/~califvet/Lesson...
Reply:Is it possible you have a Canna Lily? Here is one pictured: http://minnesota.publicradio.org/collect...


It appears this variety is present in Texas.





It looks sort of like an iris, sort of like a lily. However, canna lillies are not considered "true lillies," they are a family all of their own.
Reply:It definitely sounds more like a lily flower.
Reply:Pendragon: Iris, Lily, and Rose Part II








By Rahsaan Footman, Todd Jensen, and Alan "Ordell" Waltrip








Artwork by Christi Smith Hayden














London





"This is Regina Fitzwalter for the BBC. Unconfirmed reports state that the man believed to be the Connexcton has been captured. The suspected arms smuggler, responsible for arming the notorious Westminster shooter, was caught late last night in Berwick-upon-Tweed. Official details are expected from the Home Office later today"





Rory muted the TV. "Well, that's it, then," he said uneasily. He exchanged an unhappy look with Kevin. Dawn was very near, and there was still no sign of the gargoyles. Nobody in the room liked to mention what that most likely meant, what they all feared it would mean.





"Any sign of them?" Dulcinea asked from the couch.





"Give me a sec," Leba shouted down from the balcony. She scanned as much of the London skyline as she could from the small shop.





"Nothing…wait! I see one."





"One?" Rory bounded up the steps to join her.





"Looks like Caspian by way of his horn."





They didn’t wait for the gargoyle to land before they pelted him with questions.





"Where are the others?"





"Where’s Arthur?"





"What happened?"





Caspian raised a hand to stop them while he caught his breath.





"Arthur wasn’t in the convoy we stopped," he finally managed to say.





"And the others?"





"Griff was injured in the attempt. Falconbridge and Imogen took him to an abandoned factory. With a little luck, they should be safe there."





Rory turned to Dulcinea. "Call Marter," he said to her. "Have him and his boys go there and keep watch on them while it's day, just in case. Where's this place at?"





Caspian answered while Dulcinea dialed up the estate. Leba brought the unicorn gargoyle a glass of water. He downed it and gave her a grateful smile.





"Can you tell us what happened?" Kevin asked.





Caspian nodded. "I created a diversion while the others turned the cops around. Griff went for the van. He didn’t find anyone inside. He was getting out when he got shot."





"The van must have been a decoy," Rory reasoned. The rest were silent.





"It’s all over then?" Kevin asked in a disbelieving voice.





"No!" said Leba defiantly, shaking her head. "There has to be a way."





"There is," said Rory, in an assuring tone of voice. "We'll find it."





"I hope so," Caspian said. He gave a nod out the door to the lightening sky. Rory patted his shoulder in understanding as the gargoyle left to prepare for a day of sleep. He then looked at the other neo-knights and they stared right back at him.





"What?"





"Well, you said we’d find a way," Leba began.





"I don’t know what that might be." Rory held up his hands. The others still looked at him. He let out a sigh; like it or not, until Griff returned he was in charge.





"Okay, let's find out how bad the situation is. Leba, Dulci, check out the telly."





"Right, they’ll want to gloat about their victory." Leba grabbed the remote.





"I think Rory believes we might find out something useful, like where they are holding him," Dulcinea replied coolly. Leba gave the Spanish rider a ‘whatever’ look and began flipping channels.





"Kevin? Merlin and his friend should be returning to London today."





"Right, I was thinking about catching fares by the railway station. Coming in from Berwick, you say?"





Rory nodded.





"I’ll find out when and where." Kevin looked for his hat and headed downstairs.





"Everyone think about a plan," Rory said to his comrades. "We’re going to need one when the gargoyles wake. Let’s get to work."





* * * * *





"Yes.... no, you don’t understand. The blinking van is missing.... I need the identification number," Braddock yelled into the phone. "No, not the license number. The ID number.... yes, okay.... 920....815.... thank you." He slammed the phone.





"Trouble in the lower sects?" Winslow asked, coming into his office.





"We finally catch this bloke and now we can’t find him. It doesn’t make any sense. We had him, Fred....we had him," Braddock sighed, looking down at his casebook.





"Think of it this way. He didn’t escape; he’s merely misplaced, like paperwork."





"Somehow, I doubt that Nigel Sefton is going to see it that way," said Braddock ruefully.





There was a knock on his office door. "Home Office on line 1," a secretary reported before heading off.





"Speak of the devil...." Braddock groaned.





Winslow took the hastily scribbled numbers. "I’ll track down the van," he said.





"And leave me to my fate, thanks. Oh! Any word about the two kids with Pennington?"





Winslow shook his head. "Reports said that one of them was Emrys Hawkins, his ward, but there's no clue as yet as to who the girl is. The police in Berwick are still canvassing the area, though."





"Any ideas?" Braddock picked up the phone, dreading to hit the Transfer button.





Winslow shrugged, "I’m going over the missing persons reports now, but if the Connection is as crafty as we think, he’ll probably hold on to someone very influential as insurance."





"A hostage crisis. That’s all we need. This could turn ugly very fast." Braddock hit the transfer button and picked up the call.





"Yes....*pause* I told you leaking any information to the press was unwise. *Pause* Yes, I know I’ll be held responsible...."





Braddock gave a pained look as Winslow left to track down the phantom van.





* * * * *





Berwick-Upon-Tweed





"Say it!" she shouted at him. "Say it! A wolf by day! That's what you wanted to say, wasn't it? The truth comes out at last! You don't really care about me! I'm just a freak that you can puzzle over! All that you care about is your precious Arthur! We've tramped all over the countryside looking for solutions for his problem, not mine! So you can just forget about my problem, then! I'll be better off on my own! I'll see if I can find a real wizard to lift this curse on me, not some overrated quack like you!"





Mary's words still rang in Merlin's ears as he sat by himself in the Berwick railway station. The public address system made a track announcement, and crowds of people shuffled off to the appropriate platform. The youth barely noticed, however. He looked out the window, staring at the rising sun, wondering where Mary was, and if she was all right.





"Oh, this is ridiculous," he said to himself. "Why should I worry about her? She's nothing but a spoiled rich girl, a snooty MP's daughter. She's done little but whinge and complain ever since Arthur and I met her. Maybe with her gone, I can concentrate properly on solving our problems. It's already much more peaceful without her." He looked about him again. "A little too peaceful, in fact," he added uncomfortably.





The train blared its horn, warning people to clear the area. Merlin got up and joined the crowds. He found himself glancing back over his shoulder as he did so, however.





"She won't really take off," he told himself quietly. "Not when she knows that I'm the only person who can cure her." Then he thought back again to her words. "I'll see if I can find a real wizard to lift this curse on me, not some overrated quack like you!" He sighed.





"Well," he said to himself at last, "if she wants to leave, she's free to do so."





"Southbound express heading for London now arriving on track 4," the PA announced again, as the train came over the bridge, coasting into the station.





A couple of passengers disembarked but most were heading to London. The crowds began to filter onto the train. Merlin constantly looked back over his shoulder. He dragged his feet, allowing other passengers to board. If Mary didn’t show up now, it was likely that they’d never find each other again. Finally, the train gave the ‘All-aboard’ whistle. It was now or never. Merlin picked up his small duffel bag and moved resolutely across the platform.





* * * * *





Mary had managed to find a safe out-of-the-way place by the river before the sun rose and the change came over her. She shut her eyes tightly, even as she fell on all fours, her hands turned into paws, her face into a wolf's snout, and her backside sprouted a bushy tail. She opened her eyes again, and stared down at herself, then bowed her head.





It wasn't until now that she really felt the full force of her plight. So long as she had had Arthur and Merlin for her companions, the implications of her situation had been blunted. Whatever else she could say about them, and especially Merlin, at least they understood what had happened to her, and accepted her as one of their party without difficulty. It was hardly surprising, either, given that they must have seen enough marvels in their lives that a werewolf was scarcely much of a shock to them. But now that they had both left her life, most likely for good, what was she to do now? Arthur was arrested, most likely to be put away in prison for good. Merlin was most likely already on his way to London. Who could she turn to? Her father? But how would she be able to tell him that he was a werewolf now? And even if he didn't disown her on the spot, what could he do to help? Even being a Member of Parliament wouldn't be enough to provide him with the resources that they'd need to lift this curse.





"But what about Merlin?" she asked herself. Then she shook her head. "Forget him," she told herself. "He's worse than useless. Too busy worrying about Arthur to help me at all."





But what else could she do? Where would she find another wizard? Lucius Adrians was the only other human wizard that she had met so far, and there was no way that she would ever agree to seek him out for help. As for the magicians in the London clan, Caspian and the apprentice-to-be Prongs, they were all part of the "Merlin deal". Seeking out the gargoyles in London would mean remaining in touch with Merlin, being part of his life and keeping him part of hers.





The only other possibility was to forget about finding a cure, or about ever going home, to just head back to the Caledonian Forest or some other lonely place and live there for the rest of her life, where no human would ever be likely to find her. But she rejected that idea almost at once. She still remembered how she had come so very close to becoming a wolf mentally in the Caledonian Forest, a memory that terrified her. She didn't want to go through something like that ever again, and she feared that if she returned to the wilderness, that could very well be what would happen to her. No, she would have to find some other way.





The deep blare of a train's air horn reached her ears. Mary bowed her head. Soon Merlin would be gone from her life forever.





* * * * *





Manor Hotel, Holy Island





Arthur sat in his cell, talking to people that only he could see and hear. Five men watched him from the monitor in Duval's office.





"What did you do to him?" Hector Duval swiveled in his chair to face the doctor and William Powell. Hector’s aide-de-camp Giles was just behind and his bodyguard, Norman Dent, remained hidden in the shadows of the corner.





The doctor looked at Powell before taking a step forward. "I administered a dosage of Mnemosine to the subject," he said. "It is a mnemonic agent, specifically tailored for interrogations."





Powell spoke up. "The Inner Circle began research for a more effective means of intelligence gathering after the Hotel Cabal incident."





"Why is he carrying on like there is someone in there?" Giles asked.





"That is one of the hallucinogenic properties of the drug," the doctor explained. "Mnemosine stimulates the memory centers of the brain, including sensory memories such as hearing and sight. Test subjects reported full emersion, actually being in the place they recalled."





"Was there any danger to these people?" Duval asked. His eyes never left the doctor's face for a moment.





The doctor shook his head. "It was an Inner Circle directive that subjects survive the interrogation. There is, however, an unforeseen complication with this case."





Duval raised an eyebrow, signalling the doctor to continue. "To make the subject remember accurately and completely, the mnemonic agent used is magical in nature. During testing, this dosage amount only lasted a couple of hours."





"Arthur’s been like this for most of the night," Duval pointed out.





"Precisely. There is an unknown factor where this subject is concerned. I can’t tell why this is happening or how to counteract it."





Duval looked at Arthur through the monitor again. "You’ve only tested this on human subjects. What about magical ones?"





"You mean, such as the Third Race or their halfling minions? No, sir, no such subjects have been available yet. There is no telling how the magic will interact with those who have magic in them. Though from my limited understanding, mixing magics can have disastrous effects."





"That’s putting it mildly," Duval muttered to himself.





"Sir?" Powell spoke up again. "If I may make a suggestion?"





Duval nodded.





"Arthur’s gargoyles - "





"They're not his gargoyles," Duval corrected him.





"Certainly, sir. Forgive me. The gargoyles associated with Arthur. They are a continuing impediment to our operations."





"Only for those who don’t prepare properly."





Powell paused, uncertain as to how to proceed. His failure to capture the gargoyles was still a large black mark with the Society, and he knew it. He swallowed his pride and continued.





"We now have a chance to learn as much we can about them," he said. "We can compare and contrast it with what we know of the Manhattan clan and develop proper contingencies to deal with the gargoyle issue."





Duval mulled it over.





"I’m sure the Inner Circle would agree, sir," Powell continued, sensing his superior's reluctance.





"Indeed they would," said Duval, nodding grimly. "Well, let us use this situation to our best advantage. If all of you will excuse me...."





"Sir?" Powell asked.





"I think I’ll take a personal hand in interrogating Arthur."





"With all due respect, I have more experience with the man. It might be better if I...."





"Are you questioning my wishes?" Duval asked. His tone and demeanor were still light and casual, but all felt the silent threat implied.





"Of course not, sir," Powell said, nodding. He left the room, followed quickly by Giles and the doctor. Only Norman remained behind.





"You as well," said Duval to his bodyguard, gesturing towards the door. Norman nodded, and took one last look before following the others out.





When he was certain that everyone was gone, Hector opened the door to the adjoining suite, Arthur’s room ,and pulled up the only chair.





"Now, what shall we talk about?" Hector looked at his former king. "I guess the beginning is a good place to start. Tell me Arthur, when did you return to the mortal world?"





"After I was awakened, very soon, in fact," Arthur began. "Avalon sent me to.... London...."





* * * * *





Berwick-upon-Tweed





"Ahhh!" a woman screamed.





"Someone call Animal Control!" a man shouted before a furry blur shot past him.





Mary ignored the screams and cries of the frightened people around her. "I can't believe that I'm doing this," she said to herself. "You'd better still be there, Merlin."





She halted just outside the railway station, in time to see the train pull out from the platform, and head away southwards. Passengers stared out the windows at the wolf, speaking and waving in consternation. As she watched, it disappeared into the distance.





"It's all over," she said in a low voice. "He's gone." And then she heard him speaking.





"I'm sorry, Arthur. I hope that you can understand and forgive me. I wish that I understood why I stayed behind myself."





Mary turned around, and saw Merlin seated by himself on one of the outdoor benches, his face buried in his hands. She ran over to him.





Merlin looked up to see her rush towards him. Then he leaped up from the bench and ran towards her eagerly.





"I thought that you'd left," said Mary.





"I thought that I was going to, too," said Merlin. "But - well, I honestly couldn't just abandon you. Not after what we've been through already. We - well, we may have our disagreements on a few things -"





"-more than a few, I'd say," she replied.





"-but we do have to stick together," he said, ignoring her words. He wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a warm hug, then rose up.





Mary lifted her head and sniffed the air, then gave a faint growl at the back of her throat. "Someone's coming this way," she said.





Merlin nodded. "I should have known that something like this was going to happen," he said. "A wolf running around in a railway station these days is going to raise a few eyebrows, after all. Time for the old illusion spell, I suppose."





A security guard rounded the corner, stopped, and stared at Merlin. "You'd better get inside, boy," he said. "We've just received a report that there was a wolf prowling about here. It probably escaped from a zoo. It's not safe for you or your dog out here."





"Yes, sir," said Merlin. He led Mary, disguised as a wolfhound once more, into the station.





"The first thing that we have to do," he said to her in a low voice, "is to find out when the next train leaves for London. Then I'd better call the others, and let them know that there's been a slight change in plans."





He halted in front of the schedule board, and studied it closely. "It looks like the next train's due at 10:00. So all that we have to do is - oh, great!"





"What's wrong?" asked Mary. Then she turned around, and looked back, just as he had done.





A few policemen, the very ones who had been pursuing them the night before, had just entered the station. They were stopping people and showing them a set of photographs. One woman was nodding as she spoke to the constable, and then pointed in their direction.





"I think that we'd better come back here later," said Merlin quickly, turning around. "They won't recognize you, but they're certainly going to recognize me."





"This is stupid," said Mary, in a low voice, as she trotted alongside him. "They've got their suspect; why do they want you now?"





"They probably think that I'm an accomplice of Arthur's as well as his ward," replied Merlin grimly. "Or something like that. Whatever the case, I don't think that it's safe for us to meet up with them. Let's get out of here."





They were just rounding the sliding glass doors when one of the policemen called out. "Hey, kid!"





Merlin and Mary broke into a jog, that changed into a sprint when they heard the shrill scream of a police whistle.





* * * * *





Jennifer Camford took a sip of coffee before replacing it in her rental’s cup holder. She was determined to find Arthur and get some answers. She didn’t have the slightest idea where to find him, but that wasn’t going to stop her.





Waiting at the light, Jennifer peered out the window at what looked like a teenage boy and a very large dog running in her direction. She also saw about five or six police officers running after them as well. Soon his blond curls and facial features made him recognizable.





"Emrys?" Jennifer said to herself. She rolled down the window and shouted, "EMRYS!"





She caught the boy’s attention. He turned and made a beeline for her car. Jennifer reached over her seat to the passenger door and opened it. Merlin leaped inside, followed by the large dog.





"Go! Go! Go!" he shouted frantically as he closed the door behind the dog’s tail. Jennifer shifted into gear and rolled back into traffic. The car zoomed into the dazzling British morning, leaving the constables well behind.





"The number! What’s the number?!" one of them yelled.





"Nine.... four.... seven.... no, wait, five.... oh, blast! Lost it in the sun!" another said.





The largest one, the leader of the team, shook his head. "Better call it in to the station. Tell them that we have two numbers.... possibly three."





* * * * *





"It seems as if we've lost them," said Jennifer, after a brief backwards glance. She turned to look at Merlin. "Could you explain what this is about, Emrys?" she asked him. "And while we're at it, where did that dog come from?"





"Well, she's not exactly a dog," Merlin began hesitantly.





"You can say that again," said the dog. It spoke in the voice of a young girl with an upper-class accent.





"I didn't just hear what I thought I heard, did I?" asked Jennifer, startledly. The only thing that kept her from staring at the animal straight in the eyes was the fact that she needed to focus her attention on the road in front of her.





"Um, Jennifer Camford, meet Mary Sefton," said Merlin. "I'm afraid that we're in for a rather long story."





* * * * *





Manor Hotel, Holy Island





Duval listened to Arthur recounting his first adventure in the modern world, the quest for Excalibur. As he did so, he stared down at the great sword lying on the table between them. It had been easy enough to retrieve it from Security storage; the authorities had been so busy trying to track down Arthur that they had barely given any attention to his sword, allowing the Illuminati to quietly claim it.





When Arthur reached the part about the Lady of the Lake, however, Duval sat upright in his chair. "Wait," he said. "The Lady knew that you were here?"





Arthur began to retell his adventure again from the very beginning, but Duval ignored him. He jumped up from his chair, and ran out of the room. He rushed outside, into the garden behind the hotel, and to the lily pool at the far end. Once there, he took out his ring and turned it twice.











"Mother!" he called. "We need to talk! Mother!"





"She is not here," said a voice. A robed and hooded form rose from the lake, and cast back its hood, revealing Nimue's face and features.





"Nimue?" asked Duval. "What are you doing here?"





"Attending to matters in my mother's absence," she replied. "Have you forgotten that she was summoned back to Avalon by Oberon for the Gathering? She returned there three years ago. And there she is likely to remain, for a long time."





"But I must speak with her," said Duval. "Before she returned to Avalon, she helped Arthur regain his sword."





"The Pendragon?" asked Nimue. "So you have met with him?"





Duval nodded, then stared at her closely. "You knew, then," he said. "You knew that he had returned from Avalon, and did not tell me."





"And why should I need to tell you, Lancelot?" she asked him. "You learned of his presence in the mortal world soon enough, without my assistance."





"That is beside the point," replied Duval sharply.





"Why are you so angered, Lancelot?" she asked. "Is it because you knew, but did not wish to believe?"





"Why would I not wish to believe?"Duval asked. "After so many centuries, I would be glad to see him again."





"Ah, yes," she replied. "But would he be glad to see you?" She looked at him closely, her eyes focused on the fiery-eyed pyramid badge pinned unobtrusively to his jacket, the badge of the Illuminati, as she spoke.





Duval glanced down at the badge for a moment, then looked back at Nimue, with a troubled frown. "That doesn't matter," he said.





"And will Arthur feel the same way?" she asked. "The matter with Guinevere is one thing. But the deeds of over a thousand years that that token represents - that is another."





And with those words, she turned away and vanished, leaving Duval standing alone by the lily pond in silence.





* * * * *





Elaine found Norman in the hotel restaurant. It was crowded, so she joined him at his table.





"What will you have, sir?" the waitress asked pleasantly.





Norman had a murderous glint in his eye. "I’ll eat pancakes for breakfast," he growled.





"Nothing for me," Elaine answered.





When the waitress was gone, Elaine looked at her oft-time protector. "Are these killer pancakes you plan on slaying?" she asked him.





Norman looked at her with a querying expression.





"You seem angry," Elaine answered. "Is breakfast the source of it?"





Norman shook his head. "No! It’s just....nothing."





Elaine knew Norman well enough that nothing usually meant something. But she also knew that when he didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to talk about it.





"All right, then have you seen Hector? I heard him last night, but haven’t seen him this morning."





Norman paused. "He’s attending to some business."





"Ah. The code word for something dirty and underhanded."





"Please don’t start," said Norman with a sigh.





"You're right, I shouldn’t. You just work here. I should take my complaint to the manager. Provided I can find him."





"Elaine, this isn’t really a good time to have it out," Norman began.





The waitress returned with his order. She placed the pancakes before him and departed.





"Why not? You were the one who set all this up. You were the one who convinced Hector and me to work things out. What’s so important to change all that?"





Norman looked conflicted; he wanted to tell her, but hesitated. Elaine shook her head slightly.





"Fine! When you see Hector, tell him I’m heading back to London. He’ll hear from my solicitor in a day or so."





"No, wait." Norman gave a sigh. "He’s at the Priory."





"Thank you." Elaine stood up. Norman remained seated, sullenly taking a vicious stab at his pancakes.





* * * * *





Church bells rang out nine o’clock as Elaine crossed the small village of Lindisfarne to the Priory ruins. She found her husband in a secluded spot, near the ivy-grown dark sandstone arches.





The roofless ruins framed a serene summer sky. Hector knelt before the stone altar. Elaine turned a corner and stopped when she saw him kneeling. She had never seen Hector pray. Slowly, she approached not wishing to intrude. His forehead rested on the hilt of a sword for a long silent moment. Finally, he stood up and turned around. Elaine tried to act casual, but soon gave up the pretense.





"I missed you at breakfast," she began.





"Business, dear heart," Hector replied.





"The same business that got you out of bed last night?" Elaine folded her arms across her chest. "The same business you can’t tell me about?"





Hector sheathed his sword.





"Hector," she continued, 'if we are to have any future together, you can’t keep hiding things from me."





"Elaine," he said, hanging his head, "you know that it’s better this way. This knowledge is a burden you don’t want to carry."





"That excuse doesn’t wash anymore. We shouldn’t have any secrets from each other if we expect to have any kind of relationship. Husband and wife or no, I care about you, Hector. And I worry about what you’ve gotten yourself into."





Hector stared at her for a long time. The way the sun streamed through her dark brown hair, the open compassion that filled her face. He tried hard to remember, because of what he had to say next.





"I’m sorry, dear heart, but I can’t." He wished he hadn’t looked up. Now the image of a crestfallen, heartbroken woman was branded in his mind. He plunged forward.





"There are some things I have to take care of. I may be gone for a couple of days."





"I may not be here when you get back," she told him. It wasn’t an ultimatum, merely a statement of fact.





Hector sighed and turned. Elaine shook her head and left the ruins. Hector looked up staring into the sun.





"Things are getting complicated," he said to no one. He pulled out his sword, holding it up to the gleaming sun. "What I wouldn’t give for the simplicity of a knight again."





* * * * *





Powell ran into Elaine on the stairwell. He quickly hid a look of disapproval. He didn’t like holding Arthur in such a public facility. If she or anyone else were to wander into the interrogation room, they would have problems.





"Mrs. Duval?" Powell greeted her. "Can I help you?"





"Mr. Powell! What a surprise! How are you?" Elaine slipped seamlessly into hostess mode, wiping the brimming tears from her eyes.





"Splendid, splendid," Powell replied. "What are you doing here?"





"Hector and I are working on reconciliation."





"Really, that is wonderful. You two always seemed like the perfect match," Powell said with an obsequious smile.





"What brings you all the way out here?" Elaine asked. "You don’t strike me as someone on holiday."





"Truthfully, I am not. There was some business that needed your husband’s attention."





Elaine nodded in understanding. She knew that he was heavily into Hector’s line of work and not someone to be trusted.





Powell looked at his watch. "I do apologize for being abrupt, but I must make a call to the Board and give them an update. It was a pleasure seeing you."





"Same here," Elaine said brightly. Both departed on their separate ways.





When Elaine reached the top of the steps she frowned. Dealing with that man was one of the things she wouldn’t miss about her life with Hector.





When Elaine was out of earshot, Powell pulled out a cell phone. "Yes, this is Powell. Two things. One, have an extra guard posted around the interrogation room. And two, get me the Inner Circle. We have a few things to discuss about Duval’s recent activities."





* * * * *





London





"It's anarchy in there," said the lanky, dark-haired girl to Leba and Rory, as they sat around one of the metal tables in a lunch area not far from the Security Service headquarters. "Complete and total anarchy! Whatever’s going on has the whole building abuzz. You don’t know how hard it was trying to come up with a story."





"Thanks again, Christie," Leba told her friend. "It’s been too long."





"I’m glad I got out of there without them asking too many questions." Leba’s friend Christie fanned herself with her hat.





"Was there any sign of Arthur? The man we showed you?" Rory asked.





Christie shook her head. "Nah, but I did hear that name getting tossed around quite a bit. That and some fellow named Braddock. That mean anything to you?"





"Some." Rory wore a thoughtful look.





"I couldn’t spot your Arthur. If he’s in there, they’ve gotten him tucked away. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help."





"You’ve been a tremendous help," said Leba, embracing her friend.





"Right, we can’t thank you enough." Rory offered his hand. "We’re too well known around there."





"Anything to help a friend," said Christie, standing up. "Don’t be a stranger, Leba."





"I won’t," said Leba. "When this business is sewed up let's get together, shall we?"





"Sure. I’ll even bring Sothersby." Christie got up and started down the street before blending into the crowds.





"So, what now?" Leba asked Rory after her friend was gone.





"I’m not quite sure. We can’t just walk over there and tell him who we are and demand Arthur’s release," Rory said reluctantly.





"Why not?" Leba asked. "Up until now we’ve done everything but that."





"And what do we tell him? That Arthur’s a 1500-year-old king and that the legends about him should vouch for his character? We’d be thrown in Broadmoor for certain."





"Well, do you have any ideas?" Leba asked. Rory just shook his head.





Suddenly, a familiar figure stepped out of Security Service Headquarters. Robert Braddock folded his coat over his arms and donned a hat to keep the bright sun off his head. He started walking down the street.





Leba got a mischievous glint in her eye. She stood up from the lunch table and started to follow.





"Leba? Leba? No!" Rory tried to stop her. She danced out of his reach.





"It's all right," said Leba with a devious smirk. "I've got an idea." And with those words, she continued to follow the Security Agent.





Rory looked heavenward for help. When none was forthcoming, he shrugged and followed the minstrel.





* * * * *





Holy Island





Arthur nodded as Lancelot re-entered the great hall. "Welcome back to Camelot, my friend," he said. "What news from the Northlands?"





"The Picts have been driven back across the Wall," replied Lancelot. "They'll not be invading Britain again for many years."





"We thank you for your service to the kingdom, Lancelot," said Arthur, nodding in approval.





"Yes, my liege," said his best knight. "But I must ask you a question, sire. What can you tell me about the gargoyle clan?"





"The clan of the North Wood? They are fearsome warriors and loyal allies. I’ve known them to be devoted to each other as any clan I’ve met."





"Forgive me, my liege, I misspoke. Tell me about the London clan that you’ve met in the modern world."





For Arthur, the change was like a dream’s, abrupt, but at the same time seamless. The great hall and the courtiers clustered within it faded away like watercolors, replaced by an old castle-like structure covered in ivy and moss.





Arthur stared at it in disbelief as they landed. "Your clan dwells here?" he said to Griff. "It seems as though nobody has lived here for nigh on a few centuries."





"Well, that's the impression that we want to give people," said Griff. "We don't want humans to think that the place is still inhabited, now, do we? Especially not considering that there are still quite a lot of them out there whose idea of a good time is to walk up to a sleeping gargoyle and smash it. This is supposed to be an out-of-the-way location, after all."





"True enough," said Arthur. "But where are all the other gargoyles?"





"Here," said a voice. A large gargoyle landed in front of the king and Griff. Like the three London gargoyles, he had feathered wings rather than the traditional leathery bat-like ones that most gargoyles sported, and bore a striking resemblance to a heraldic beast. In his case, what he evoked was an eagle, with magnificent golden plumage and an even mightier beak than Griff's. He was very tall and strongly built much like an aquiline version of Goliath. He stared at the two of them a trifle suspiciously.





The sudden ringing noise broke off the conversation. Duval stepped away from his former king and switched on his cell phone. "What is it?" he asked.





"This is Powell, sir," replied the voice at the other end. "I've already spoken with the rest of the Inner Circle, and they'd like a report on your progress with Arthur."





"What?" asked Duval. "How did they know that Arthur was here to begin with? Who told them that?" He felt certain that he already knew the answer, however.





"I did." Powell answered sharply. "Pennington represents a vital resource of information. The Inner Circle wishes to know if your progress matches their expectations. They agree that we must use this opportunity to get any information on any unknown factors, particularly the Unseelie." His voice was stern, as if he were in control.





"The Unseelie are gone, Powell," Hector said flatly.





"But the gargoyles aren’t."





"We need a report - "





"You and the Inner Circle seem to have forgotten who is master and who is subordinate. I am leader of the Illuminati. That means I make the decisions. If you or any in the Circle wish to challenge my position, you can do so at the appropriate time. Tell the Inner Circle they will get their report when I’m finished. This interruption is unwarranted, Powell. Good day."





"Of course, sir, as soon - " Powell was cut off by the clicking of the phone hanging up.





"Powell," Hector seethed. "It seems I have to deal with him sooner than I thought. He’s certainly overstepped his station."





"Powell? William Powell. I know him..."





Arthur began reliving his first encounter with Powell, but Hector stopped him.





"I know all about the enmity that you and he share." Hector paused in thought. "Arthur, when did you first realize there was something going on between myself and Queen Guinevere?"





Arthur’s face grimaced as he remembered the pain of discovering and the agony of betrayal.





* * * * *





London





"I'll have a Reuben and a hot tea with lemon," ordered Braddock, as he sat down at the counter. As the waitress walked away, he began massaging his sore throat. It was his only reward for a morning spent shouting over the phone. First, there was the long argument with Inspector Courtney and Nigel Sefton, both of whom had been thorougly disgusted with Arthur Pennington's disappearance so soon after being arrested. Then there had been the attempt to find the missing van, which, despite all the phone calls that he had made and questions he had asked, was still missing.





While he waited for his lunch, Braddock thumbed the vehicle damage report on the van that had made it back. The drivers hadn't been exaggerating. The roof had been ripped open. Furthermore, judging from the photos attached, it didn't seem as if a crowbar or any other tool had been used. It was more as something had dug into the metal and tore it up. But what could be strong enough to do such a thing?





Even worse, however, was the damage that had been done to the tires. The two blowouts had turned out to have bullet fragments inside them. Between this and the non-existence of the relief van, this accidental breakdown was looking less and less like an accident.





The waitress returned with his lunch. He took a sip of his tea, grimacing as the hot liquid burned his raw throat. He was just picking up his sandwich to bite out of it when he paused. Out of the corner of his eye he could see two people surreptitiously coming towards his table. One was a tall raw-boned blonde woman, and the other a lean young man with a shock of red hair. Braddock continued to bite his sandwich and chew in careful nonchalance.





He recalled their names from his investigation into Arthur Pennington. Leba and Rory Dugan. As he took another bite of his sandwich, he wondered next what they were doing here. Why were they approaching him?





Leba pointed to him at the counter and both moved towards him. Braddock flicked on his pager, in case he needed back up in a hurry. Rory and Leba flanked him, Leba on his left and Rory to his right.





"Coffee?" Leba asked the waitress.





"Club soda for me." Rory followed her lead.





She turned around and faced the man. "And what will you have, Agent Braddock?"





If she was expecting him to be surprised or impressed by her temerity, he didn’t show it. He simply took another bite of his sandwich, silent as a stone.





"And another one of what he’s having," Leba finished the order.





The waitress looked at Braddock. He gave a slight nod.





"I feel like we already know you. What should I call you? Braddock or Agent Braddock or just plain Bob?"





Braddock finished swallowing and swiveled around to face Leba. He kept one eye on Rory through the counter mirror.





"Odd," he said. "I don't recall ever being this friendly with any of my other fugitives."





"It's hard to be classified as fugitives when we haven't done anything wrong," Leba replied.





"Oh?" he said. "The last time that I checked, aiding and abetting a wanted criminal still counts as a crime."





"Ah, but we haven’t been aiding a criminal. We’ve been helping a friend."





"A friend wanted for gun running, among other things."





"Arthur isn’t a gun runner," Rory protested.





"And how do you know this?" he asked the young Irishman sharply. "Because he told you? I have been working on this case for months, and I have evidence enough to back me up. What do you have?"





"The truth," Leba said triumphantly.





Braddock peered at both of them. "And does this truth come with hard evidence, evidence that could convince a judge and jury at the Old Bailey?" he asked.





Both fell silent.





"No? Well, I suggest you let me eat my meal in peace before I have you both arrested for aiding and abetting."





Braddock returned to his Reuben. Rory gave Leba an ‘I-told-you-so’ look. Leba shook her head.





"No, if this rent-a-cop had something on us, he’d have put us in the clinker by now."





"If I thought it’d bring Pennington in I would, but...." Braddock left the rest hanging as he took another sip of tea. Leba stared at the Security Agent, her face changing from disbelief to anger as she slowly caught on.





"You think that we’d lead you to him? Leba asked. "No fear!"





Braddock remained coolly aloof.





She slammed her hand on the counter. "Arthur is not a criminal! We know him!"





"Maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do," replied Braddock. "Or maybe you're part of his operation."





This time Rory took a more direct hand, physically grabbing Leba. She started to struggle, but Rory hissed in her ear to stop.





"You say you have crates of evidence," he said to Braddock. "You might want to check the one that came from Hathaway."





And with that, he dragged Leba halfway out of the diner, before she shook off his hands and followed him the rest of the way out.





"We have to go in there and wring the information out of that man," she said. "You turn into your Cuchulain, and -"





"And what? All that we'll be doing is calling too much attention to ourselves, attention of the wrong sort. Besides, Braddock doesn't have Arthur."





"And how can you be so sure?"





"Because I was listening. If Braddock had Arthur, why hasn’t he picked us up? How can we lead him to a person he already has? I don’t know how, but Braddock doesn’t have Arthur. He’s still out there."





Leba started to smile, but saw Rory’s face still in a grimace of concern.





"There’s more, isn’t there?"





"If Arthur is free, why hasn’t he called? For that matter, why hasn’t Merlin? Arthur may not be in custody, but that doesn’t mean he’s safe. I hope that either of them thinks to contact us."





* * * * *





Holy Island





Norman stopped by Elaine’s room. One look at her packed bags and the hidden look under her wide-brimmed white and black hat and he knew.





"You can’t leave," he protested, entering her room without a preamble.





"I’m sorry, Norman, but there is nothing to keep me here."





"Please reconsider," Norman pleaded with desperation equal to that of a boy trying to keep his parents together.





"Do you know what I live with, Norman? What I go through every day? I live in secrets that I don’t even know about, with a man in love with the ghosts of his past. I’m tired of this world of conspiracy. I can’t get Hector to quit, so I’m leaving now while there is still some chance for me."





Elaine gave a shuddering sigh. She swallowed once and spoke in a wavering voice. "Can you call the limo over?"





"No!" Norman said resolutely. "Follow me!"





He spun on his heels and strode down the hallway. "Come!" he commanded when Elaine didn’t immediately follow.





Other guests quickly jumped out of his way. Those who didn’t got knocked aside. Elaine, unaccustomed to being ordered by her burly bodyguard, followed.





* * * * *





Arthur looked down at his wife with eyes that had seen too many horrors to ever be consoled. "Guinevere, I must sentence you. I cannot be betrayed. I cannot have my trust broken like that. The law is clear. I must sentence you." Arthur lifted Guinevere's head with a couple of fingers under her chin, and looked deep into her bottomless, ever changing hazel eyes. "Guinevere, I love you."





Hector sat facing Arthur, his jaw tightly clenched. He knew this memory would be painful, but he needed to see it through Arthur’s eyes.





"You loved her and yet you sentenced her to death," he murmured. "Why? It was Mordred's doing, wasn't it? Playing upon your belief in the law, convincing you that you had to send her to the stake to preserve your justice."





The door opened abruptly. Hector turned around.





"Just come this way," Norman argued.





"Nothing you show me is going to change my mind." Elaine came into the room, then stopped short. "Arthur!" she cried











"What is the meaning of this?" Hector looked first at his wife, then at Norman.





"She was going to leave....for good," Norman replied. " I thought she should at least know why."





Elaine didn’t notice him for a moment. Her attention was too firmly focused on Arthur.





"What in the world is he doing here?" she demanded, pointing at Arthur. "What are you doing to him?"





"I am protecting him, that’s all," Duval answered.





Elaine rushed to his side ,cupping Arthur’s face in a warm hand. One look at his vacant expression told her that something was wrong.





"What happened to him?"





"He’s been drugged. He’ll snap out of it. Why? How do you know him?" Hector asked, already knowing the answer.





Elaine flushed hotly and looked away. "Arthur is a friend," she said. "Someone that I care about."





"Elaine?" Arthur broke into their conversation. "Of course, I’d love to see a play with you."





* * * * *





Several months ago





"That was nice, Arthur," Elaine said as the two came out of the theater house.





"Yes, I suppose it was. Nice, but totally inaccurate, I’m afraid," the king stated.





"I suppose Camelot is a fairly inaccurate account of the time period," Elaine agreed as they stepped out of the crowds and strolled down the street. "Was this your first play?"





"We did have performers back in those days, but not productions on such a scale." Arthur fell into easy step with Elaine. "I must say that I prefer this entertainment to movies and television."





"Really?"





Arthur nodded. "Sometimes the others try to impress me with all the modern wonders available in this age. I think they’ve forgotten that the simple has its appeal to."





"Like the way a backdrop of greasepaint and good costumes can do more than a ton of special effects."





"Exactly!" Arthur smiled. "Sometimes, I’d prefer to just read a book rather than see it up on a computer screen and I prefer to travel by foot or by horse rather than drive a car. The wonders do amaze me, but I’m comfortable with my way of doing things."





"Sounds, perfectly reasonable to me. Oh, we’re here," she said, stopping in front of an apartment building. No traffic went by, so Elaine drew closer to Arthur.





"It must be good to get rid of your shadow," said Arthur, referring to Norman.





"Indeed. If he was here I couldn’t do this." Elaine reached up, cutting the height difference between them. Their lips met and their eyes closed. Elaine drew back again an unrecognizable time later. "Thank you," she said. "That was nice."





Elaine walked up the short set of stairs, unlocking the door and stepping inside, looking back before she closed the door. Arthur smiled to himself and hailed a cab. It was time to get home.





* * * * *





"Would you care to explain your role in that affair?" Hector asked Elaine, starring hard into her eyes. She met his gaze, then turned and walked out.





Norman walked up to his employer. He loomed over Duval like a storm cloud.





"That wasn’t nice," he said before turning around and following Elaine out.





Duval turned his attention back to Arthur, an angry scowl upon his face.





"And what did you do in my position, my liege? You must’ve known she was spoken for. Did you know and not care?"





Duval’s clenched jaw relaxed. His harsh features softened. "Or did your heart overrule you? Like it did with me? Did you see the danger but couldn’t escape it?"





He sat down, scrubbing his face with both hands. "The roles have reversed. Now I am where you once were and you are where I have been. It is amazing how fate works out. The question remains, how will I deal with it?"





* * * * *





Elaine paced the room in a rage. She felt angry and humiliated. How could he have done this to her? She heard the door open. It was Norman.





"Elaine..." he began.





"Get out."





"But..."





"LEAVE!" she screamed at him.





"I can’t. Not now. We need to talk."





"No," Elaine started. "You need to talk. How much do you know?"





"Just that Arthur was here. I know what he means to you, Elaine. I couldn’t tell you, not when there was a chance for you and Hector."





"And showing me Arthur now was what? An attempt to blackmail me to stay?"





"No. I wanted to show you how Hector put himself on the line to protect Arthur. The Society has felt that he and his associates will be trouble. There are some who wanted to eliminate him outright. Duval has stopped them at every turn."





"So Hector’s just misunderstood," Elaine seethed. "Please!"





"What can I do to make you believe me?" Norman asked, coming closer to Elaine and putting his hand on her shoulder.





"You want to prove yourself: find out why he’s here. Hector said he was protecting him. Protecting him from what? By whom?"





Norman was silent for a moment. Elaine began to fear that he would not help her, that she would have to be alone in all of this. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellular phone.





"You have my word," he said, as he started dialing.





* * * * *





London





Winslow was having lunch in his office. The aroma of hot pastrami on rye filled the room. Braddock grimaced as he entered.





"You know what Felicia would say if she saw you eating like this."





"I’m not going to tell her," Winslow replied. "Are you?"





Braddock shook his head. "I just had a most unusual meeting with a couple of Pennington's followers," he went on to say.





Winslow took a sip of soda. "A meeting, you say?"





"They came to me demanding that I release Pennington."





"A rather cheeky pair," Winslow commented.





"No lie, but here’s the interesting thing. The vehicle damage report on the van points to the tires being shot. And the van that relieved them doesn’t exist on our records."





"Sounds like an escape attempt to me."





"Exactly," replied Braddock, "but by who? If it was one of his gang who'd done it, why would they come to me ordering me to free him? They must know that they're courting danger by accosting me like that, considering that they're pretty close to ending up on the wanted list themselves for helping him. If they'd already rescued Pennington, they'd have nothing to gain by speaking to me. So if we don't have him, and they don't have him, then who does?"





"Maybe he staged the whole thing, to fool all of us," suggested Winslow. "I've come across at least half a dozen cases of criminals who faked their own deaths or staged their own kidnappings, for one reason or another. Maybe he's decided to flee the country, and is so intent on covering his tracks that he's not even contacting his former friends."





"Hmm......" said Braddock thoughtfully. "It's possible, but I don't know. We'll just have to see if it bears out."





"So did you bring them in for questioning?" Winslow asked. "Those two friends of Pennington's, I mean."





Braddock shook his head. "No," he said. "They could still lead us to him. But I'll see to it that they're closely watched."





He turned and was about to leave the room when he stopped, and turned back. "Oh, and can you do me a favor?" he added.





"Do you promise not to tell my daughter about these secret lunches of mine?" Winslow asked.





Braddock nodded. "See what you can find out about Hathaway. That Rory Dugan fellow mentioned him. He's probably not the most reliable source, but I think that we'd better investigate anyway, just to cover all our bases."





"No problem, sir," said Winslow, nodding.





* * * * *





Holy Island





"Thanks a lot," said Norman. He clicked off his phone, and turned to Elaine.





"Do you want the truth?" he asked her. "Once you hear this, there's no turning back."





"You know I do," she answered.





"The police arrested Arthur last night," said Norman. "They believe that he's a gun-runner."





"What?" cried Elaine. "That's absurd!"





"I know," said Norman. "Someone's framed him, but I can't find out who. It isn't anybody in the Illuminati - they all seem as in the dark about it as we are - but they don't seem to be worrying too much about it. The bulk of them seem to feel that if the authorities want to capture Arthur, lock him up, and throw away the key, then they don't have any objections."





"But why?" Elaine asked. "What do they have against him?"





"I don't know," said Norman. "What I do know is that Duval had him intercepted and brought him here."





"So he was protecting him," said Elaine. A sudden thought came to her. "What about his friends? Arthur's not often alone. What about those gargoyles, or that ward of his?"





"The report didn't say anything about gargoyles," said Norman. "But he did have a couple of kids with him, teenagers, when the police spotted him in Berwick. They got away, though."





"Emrys," said Elaine thoughtfully. She was silent for a moment, then spoke again. "Norman, I want you to find him and bring him here. He might be able to help Arthur."





"I can't do that," said Norman, looking troubled. "Elaine, this is a top-secret project. I'm supposed to see to it that no outsiders get brought in. This boy could jeopardize everything if he arrives."





"I don't care," Elaine retorted. "All that I care about right now is Arthur, not another one of Hector's top-secret projects! And you know that as well as I do. You said that you'd do anything for me, Norman. And this is what I want you to do."





Norman sighed. "Very well," he said at last. "You win. Stay here, and I'll see what I can do."





"Thank you," she said to him, as he left the room. He only grunted by way of response.





* * * * *





"So that's our story," said Merlin, as he sat in the hotel room that Jennifer Camford had rented for the three of them. It had taken a bit of work to slip Mary in, but Merlin had just barely managed it with a brief invisibility spell upon her. Both it and the illusion had worn off by now, and she was lying uncomfortably on the floor between the two humans, listening to their conversation in a troubled silence.





"I must admit, Emrys, that if I hadn't seen some of the things that I've already seen with Arthur, I might not be so willing to believe your story," said Jennifer. "Magical talismans, sleeping giants, and curses that can turn people into werewolves - they're all more than a little far-fetched."





"It's true, though," said Merlin. "Every word of it."





"Well, at least that explains one mystery," said Jennifer. "I've met your father a few times, Mary, and the most recent time, he was more than a little concerned about your disappearance. Now that we've met, I can understand why."





Mary nodded uncomfortably. "I can't go home, either, or even let him know how I'm doing until somebody can get rid of this stupid curse," she said. "Thanks to it, I've been stuck traipsing around the countryside with them both. The one good thing about it is that I'll be a human again, once the sun goes down."





"And you revert to human form at night, while being a wolf in the daytime?" asked Jennifer. "That's - well, different from the werewolves that I've heard about."





Merlin nodded. "Which is one reason why finding a cure for her's being so difficult," he explained. "There aren't any precedents for this particular case. Nothing handy for us to consult. She might be stuck as a werewolf for a good long while."





"Well, I do wish that Arthur had seen fit to alert me about this situation that he's gotten into," said Jennifer, shifting the conversation back to King Arthur's plight. "He's being hunted by the police on charges of being a gun smuggler, and he doesn't even let me know about it? I only found out about this because that man from the Security Service questioned me about it. Why didn't Arthur let me know?"





"I think that it was because he was being hunted by the police," Merlin answered. "He doesn't want to risk your getting involved in this. Or anybody else, for that matter. It was hard enough for me just to persuade him to let me accompany him. He didn't leave London because he was afraid of being captured if he stayed there; he left because he was afraid that his presence there would endanger his friends."





"Well, I think that he's being a little too noble about this," said Jennifer. "He really wanted to go off by himself, all alone?"





Merlin nodded.





"And what would he have done if the police had come upon him while he was asleep?" she asked. "Only a madman would go wandering off in such a strait with nobody to watch his back. And I was questioned about him by Braddock anyway, so I'd say that it's a little late for him to keep his friends out of danger."





"True," said Merlin. "Not to mention that if the others back in London are still searching for answers to this whole Connection affair, it could still get them into trouble anyway."





"Speaking of which," Jennifer Camford went on, "shouldn't you be thinking of calling them, and letting them know about where you are?"





"You're probably right," said Merlin. "It'll have to wait until after sunset, though. The gargoyles won't be awake until then."





He yawned suddenly. "And I've barely had a wink of sleep for the last several hours. Nothing but running from the police. I probably need my forty winks."





"Very well, then," said Jennifer. "We'd better all have some rest. We'll need it for tonight."





* * * * *





A loud knock came at the door of Morgana's study. "Enter," she said, without even looking up from the book before her.





The door opened, and Sybil entered. "Good afternoon, Morgana," she said.





"Sybil," said Morgana, lifting up her head and smiling. "So you're back from the north at last. How fare things, then?"





"Not too well, I'm afraid," said the former Queen of Northgalis. "Arthur mysteriously disappeared from the police van only shortly after being arrested. Braddock and his people are as baffled about it as I am."





"Did his friends rescue him, then?" Morgana asked.





"It's possible," said Sybil. "Truth to tell, Morgana, I wish that you'd do something about those knights and allies of his. We can't have them constantly running interference. It could endanger everything that you've been working for."





"I'm doing what I can, Sybil," Morgana replied.





"The trouble is, you're not doing enough," Sybil replied. "A few accidents - preferably permanent ones - and your brother won't have a follower left to his name. He'll be isolated, with nobody to protect him from you or from the police. And yet the only one whom you'll treat that way is Merlin. Why not the others?"





"They're not part of the problem," Morgana la Fay answered. "Arthur and Merlin are, and both must pay for their crimes against my family. But the rest of my brother's new entourage have nothing to do with this. They're merely victims, people who actually believed the lying stories that have been told about him for centuries. And how can they not, given that the world believes those falsehoods? No, I won't harm them, not unless I have to. Not unless I'm left with no other alternative. They're not the guilty ones."





"Well, I still think that you're making a mistake here," said Sybil. "This is war, you know. And you can't win a war by constantly letting the enemy's soldiers survive."





"It doesn't matter, Sybil," Morgana protested. "By the time that we're done, those new knights won't have a king to fight for. They might even understand at last how wrong they were to pledge themselves to his cause. Then they won't be our enemies any longer."





"Maybe," said Sybil. "So, is the spell ready?"





"Almost," said Morgana. "I will be casting it later this night. It is a pity that you won't be able to stay and see it - or be here in London for the fruition."





Sybil nodded. "Pity about that lecture tour in Canada," she said. "I should have examined my schedule more carefully then. But you can inform me about it when it's done."





She checked her watch. "And I'll have to leave now, if I'm to catch my flight at Heathrow," she said. "Good-bye, Morgana. And best wishes."





"The same to you as well," said Morgana, nodding.





Sybil left the room. Morgana returned in silence to her reading.





* * * * *





Merlin awoke from his nap in the armchair that he had been sitting in, and checked his watch. It was only a couple of minutes until sunset. Mary and Jennifer were already awake.





"I think that I'd better warn you," said Merlin to Jennifer, sitting up, "that what you're about to see might be a bit of a shock for you. Metamorphoses can be rather alarming to behold, if you're not adequately prepared for them."





"Merlin, I've seen enough unusual things in Arthur's company," Jennifer replied. "And I don't shock easily."





"Do you mind?" asked Mary sharply. "It's bad enough that I have to go through this sort of thing twice a day, without you both talking about it as if I'm some sort of freak show. This isn't a public performance, you know - ohhhh!"





She grimaced as the transformation began. Her wolf's muzzle changed into a pale human face, her tail disappeared, and her front paws turned into hands. Within a couple of minutes, Mary was standing upright in human form, gritting her teeth slightly still.





Jennifer stared at the sight before her, but kept her composure. "Are - are you all right, Mary?" she asked hesitantly.





"I'm fine, more or less," replied Mary. "It's just that this change - well, it is a bit on the painful side." She turned to Merlin. "Shouldn't you be calling your friends in London just now?"





"I'd better give them a few minutes," said the young-old wizard. "That way, there'll be time enough for the gargoyles to awaken and join the others. We'll need to talk with the whole group in order to find some sort of solution."





"Yes, you're probably right," said Jennifer. "It does seem that we'll need all the help that we can find to solve this problem."





* * * * *








Imogen, Faulconbridge, and Griff landed on the balcony of the Mystic shop and made their way inside to join their human friends.





"How's the wing, Griff?" asked Rory. "Better?"





"Oh, it’s a little stiff," Griff replied, "but after tomorrow I’ll hardly notice it."





"You a lucky one," Dulcinea said, wincing from her own wound. "I’ll still be feeling mine for weeks."





Griff turned to Rory. "If we’re all here, let's go break Arthur out."





"Hold on there, Griff," Rory objected. "I don’t think that he's in custody."





Griff gave him a questioning look.





"We ran into Agent Braddock," Leba explained "From our conversation, it sounds like they don’t have him."





"He could have just been putting you on," argued Griff.





"Possibly," Leba said, "but there hasn’t been any reports of Arthur’s capture on the telly. If they had him, they’d be certain to make a big deal about it. Instead, they’ve postponed the press conference."





"None of that proves anything," Griff argued.





Rory nodded. "True, but smashing into a police jail might not be the wisest course of action."





The phone rang. Dulcinea answered it while Griff and the others discussed their next move.





"What does Merlin say?" Griff asked.





"We don’t know," said Kevin, joining the conversation. "He hasn’t come in yet. I covered most of the railway stations today. If he came in, I didn’t see him."





"No wonder," said Dulcinea. "He's on the line." She put it on speaker so they could all listen.





"Merlin, where are you?" Leba asked





"Still in Berwick," Merlin's voice replied.





"What are you doing there?"





"It's a long story. Any news about Arthur?"





"Not a peep," Leba answered. "We don’t think that he's in police custody."





"He's not?" asked Merlin. "What happened? I saw him getting arrested."





"He was arrested," said Leba. "But he doesn't seem to have stayed that way for very long."





* * * * *





Jennifer and Mary sat in one corner of the room, listening to Merlin talking on the phone. Mary had been silent ever since the youth had rung up the Mystic shop, staring down at the floor moodily. At last Jennifer spoke.





"Is there anything that you'd like to talk about, Mary?"





"It's - well, I suppose that I really shouldn't be dragging you deeper into this mess than you already are," said the girl. "But - I'm still really bothered by this business of being a werewolf. And it doesn't look as if I'm ever going to find a cure. Not with Merlin being my only hope."





"You can't be serious about that," said Jennifer puzzledly. "After all, Merlin's the greatest wizard of all time, according to the legends at least."





"Yes, maybe he was 1500 years ago, but look at him now," Mary replied. "I doubt that he could even do card tricks properly these days."





"Aren’t you being a little harsh?" Jennifer asked.





"Well, the greatest wizard of all time should be able to lift a simple curse," she answered. "But he hasn't done it. He hasn't even paid that much attention to it. All that we've been doing is roaming around Britain looking for a solution to Arthur's problem. Now, I know that Arthur's in trouble, and that Merlin has to do something about it, but I'm still getting covered with fur whenever the sun comes up. It's ruined my life, and I don't think that he even really cares."





"I hardly think that that's really the case," said Jennifer. "Is it?"





"Well, he did help me out a little when we were up in Scotland," said Mary, after a moment's thought. "And to be perfectly fair to him, he did say that a lot of the problem is because I'm not a normal werewolf, considering that I turn into an animal in the daytime instead of at night. But still -"





"I must confess that I barely know Merlin myself," Jennifer went on. "But I do know Arthur. He's a good and decent man. You've noticed that, surely?"





"Well, yes," said the girl.





"And I think that a lot of who he is comes from having been taught by Merlin," Jennifer said. "So you might want to be a bit more fair to him. He is doing the best that he can."





Mary looked down at the floor for a moment more. "Maybe you're right," she said.





"Just between us," Jennifer went on, "I hope that I'm not being too nosy, Mary, but - this isn't just about Merlin being unable to find a cure for you, is it? There's something else, isn't there?"





"Well, maybe," said Mary uncomfortably. She looked up at Merlin, still talking on the phone, and blushed slightly. "I'd rather not talk about it, though."





Jennifer nodded. "Well, when you're ready, you can speak to me about it," she said in a comforting tone of voice.





* * * * *





"That doesn't sound good at all," Merlin was saying on the phone. "Thank you for informing me. It seems that this situation just got all the more puzzling. Oh, and do you remember Jennifer Camford?"





"Of course," said Leba. "What about her?"





"She's helping Mary and myself out," said the youth. "If anything happens, anything at all, see if you can contact her."





"Understood," the minstrel replied. "So, what's your next move, Merlin?"





"I honestly don't know," replied the boy. "We've got so little to go on, that's the problem. It might take a miracle to lead us to where Arthur is."





A knock suddenly sounded at the door. "I'll get it," said Jennifer, crossing over the room.





"Maybe that's the miracle that you were looking for, Merlin," said Mary. "Or it could be room service."





No sooner did Jennifer open the door than a tall, burly figure rushed into the room. He headed straight for an astonished Merlin, and growled "Get off the phone! Now!"





"Who are you?" Mary asked. Merlin merely stared at the intruder, looking partly bewildered, partly suspicious.





"They're monitoring the magic shop in London," the man almost shouted at him. "Hang up, now!"





"Leba, I've got to go," said Merlin quickly. "Keep your eyes open. I'll see if I can call back later." And with that, he hung up, then turned to stare at the newcomer.





"Good," said the man. "Another minute, and they might have found you the same way that I did."





"Are you telling me that you had this phone tapped?" asked Jennifer sharply.





"No, not this phone," he replied. "The magic shop's. They know that it's connected to Arthur, remember."





"That still doesn't explain who you are," said Mary. "Could you please explain what this is all about?"





"My name is Norman Dent," said the burly-looking man. He turned to Merlin. "I need you to come with me," he said to the boy.





"Why?" asked Merlin, staring up at him cautiously.





"No time for answering questions," replied Norman. "Come with me, if you ever want to see Arthur alive again."





"What do you know about Arthur?" asked Merlin at once. The caution in his eyes deepened into a look of downright suspicion.





"I said that you'll get the answers to your questions later," said Norman. "Now come!"





"Just a moment," said Jennifer. "I'm coming too."





"And so am I," put in Mary.





"I have my orders," said Norman. "Just the boy."





"We are not letting you take Merlin away on his own, and particularly not if it involves Arthur," said Jennifer firmly.





"She's right," said Merlin. "Either they come with me, or I stay here."





Norman growled something inaudible, then sighed and nodded. "Follow me," he said, and led them out of the room.





* * * * *





The Manor Hotel, Holy Island





Norman halted the car in front of the hotel. His three passengers climbed out and followed him inside.





"Keep close behind me," he instructed them. "We don't want them to know that we're here."





"Who's 'them'?" Mary asked. He made no reply, however, but merely led them up the grand staircase in silence.





"You don't have any idea what this is all about, do you?" she asked Merlin and Jennifer.





"Not really," said Merlin. "I know that Norman is Elaine's bodyguard, but that's about it."





"Who's Elaine?" Mary asked. Neither Merlin nor Jennifer answered, however.





Norman stopped at a door, and opened it. "In here," he ordered.





Inside, Elaine was standing by the window, gazing out in silence. She turned around and stared at the newcomers in surprise.





"You?" she said, looking straight at Jennifer. Then she turned to Norman. "What's she doing here?"





"I could say the same about you," Jennifer retorted.





"Never mind that," said Merlin quickly. "Where's Arthur?"





"He’s here in the hotel. My husband is holding him."





"Your husband?" Jennifer asked in a shocked and accusing voice.





"Yes," answered Elaine.





"Then what in the world are you doing with Arthur?"





"That’s none of your business."





"I beg to differ with you on that one," said Jennifer sharply. Mary stared at the two women bewilderedly, while Norman shook his head stoically. It was Merlin who spoke up.





"Please, we don't have time for this," he said, then turned to Elaine. "Now, I'm assuming that Arthur's still in danger, or else you wouldn't have asked for me."





Elaine nodded.





"All right, you two can continue your argument after we rescue him," said Merlin. "Now, do you have a plan?"





Elaine nodded. "Norman will distract the guards. I'll distract Hector, while you get Arthur out of here."





"Sounds fair enough," said Merlin, nodding. "Where is Arthur?"





"He's in the east wing," she replied. "The second to last door on the right."





"Then we'd better go now," said Merlin.





"Just a minute!" said Jennifer to Elaine. "You still haven't told us what you're doing here."





"It's a long story," said Elaine.





"Well, tell it," said Jennifer. "I'm willing to listen."





"Look, I don't know anything about what's going on between you," said Mary, "but Merlin's right, we don't have time for this. The longer that we stand around here arguing, the more likely it is that they'll move Arthur somewhere else, or even dispose of him."





"The girl's right," said Norman. "Let's go." He led them out of the room and down the hallway.





* * * * *





A few minutes later, Elaine opened the door to Hector’s study. She saw him at his desk and walked in. The desktop was heavily illuminated, but the rest of the room was hidden in shadows. She looked up and gasped as she saw the paintings adorning the wall: her paintings. Many were from her galley exhibition a year before, but some of her earlier works were there as well.





"What is it?" he asked, not looking up.





"Uh....I thought we could talk," Elaine stammered.





Hector turned his seat and looked at Elaine. "Then talk. It’s you who needs to explain things now."





* * * * *





Norman walked quickly down the hallway, then halted. The door to the interrogation room was only a few feet away, but two men were standing there on guard duty. He motioned to the other three to stay hidden, then walked boldly up to them.





"Duval wants to see you both in his office," he told them. "At once."





"Powell told us to stand guard here until he gets back," replied one of the guards.





"And I’m telling you to leave," Norman said sternly.





"Sir, we can't - " the guard began. His sentence abruptly ended as Norman's fist made contact with his face, knocking him to the floor, unconscious. Norman turned to the other guard sharply.





"Now, you listen to me very carefully," he said. "Duval is the head of the Illuminati Society. His orders outrank everyone else's orders. Is that clear?"





"Illuminati?" said Merlin aloud, in a low voice. He frowned thoughtfully.





"Yes, sir," stammered the guard, looking at Norman's grim face. "It is."





"Then you take him to your room and you wait there until I call for you. Got that?"





"Yes, sir," said the guard. He picked up his fallen companion and dragged him down the hallway. Norman smiled to himself, and gestured to Merlin and the others to follow him.





They entered the small, dimly-lit room. Arthur was seated in a wooden chair, asleep and mumbling incoherently.





"Thank goodness, it's him," said Merlin. He dashed to Arthur's side, followed closely by Jennifer. Mary stood by the doorway, serving as a lookout.





"Come on, Arthur," said Jennifer, pulling him up to his feet. "We're going to get you out of here."





"Jennifer?" asked Arthur, his voice unsteady. "Is that you? Do you smell the magnolias?"





Jennifer stared at Merlin, who was now supporting his king and former pupil on the other side. "What have they done to him?" she asked.





"They must have drugged him," replied the youth. "He's delirious."





"Can you do something about it, then?" she asked, as the two of them walked him across the room towards the doorway.





"I don't think that it's a good idea," Merlin replied. "I don't know precisely what they did to him, and it would be dangerous to try a spell on him while I know that little. All that we can do is wait for it to wear off. If it wears off."





"I hope that it does," said Jennifer.





* * * * *





"I was hurting, and I saw that he was suffering the same hurt," Elaine was pleading to Duval. At a loss to find a proper distraction, she had finally opted for the truth. "It was harmless, Hector. I swear that it was."





Hector Duval gave her a piercing look. "Is something wrong?" he asked her.





"No, nothing," she replied. "What makes you think that there is?"





"Well, this should be a relief for you," he replied. "You're finally letting all of this out after keeping it bottled up inside you for so long. Instead, you're more nervous than ever. Just what are you up to, Elaine?"





"Nothing. I think that being in the Society so long has made you paranoid."





"No," he replied. "I've merely been around too long to not know when something is brewing."





He spun around in his chair and switched on the monitor. The screen flickered to life and showed Jennifer and Merlin helping Arthur out of his cell, Mary following close behind.





"Hmm..." said Duval, turning back to Elaine, and looking straight at her. She lowered her eyes instead of returning his stare. Duval frowned as he gazed at her for a minute in silence, then rose from his chair and picked up Excalibur. "Why don't we see what they're up to?" he said.





"No!" Elaine yelled, without realizing what she was doing.





"Oh, now I think we must," he replied. And with those words, he headed for the door, sword in hand.





Elaine rose from her own chair and followed him without a word. She knew that she had no other options now.





* * * * *





Arthur stirred, and blinked. His eyes regained their focus, and he looked about him.





"Merlin?" he said, looking at his two supporters. "Jennifer? Where are we?"





"We'll explain later, Arthur," said Merlin as they reached the head of the stairs. "Right now, we have to get you out of here before somebody here finds out that you've gone."





"Too late for that, I fear," said a voice at the foot of the stairs. Duval was standing there, holding Excalibur in both hands, and blocking their path. Elaine stood behind him, looking absolutely miserable.





"I knew that this was getting too easy," muttered Mary in a low voice. Like the others, she had immediately recognized Arthur's sword in the hands of the man barring their exit. And, to make matters worse, by the way that he stood and held Excalibur, it was clear enough that he knew how to wield it. He had the stance of a fighter who knew his craft superlatively well.





"Hector, let them go," protested Elaine. "They've done nothing to you, and neither has Arthur. You know that."





Duval showed no signs of having heard her. He stood at the foot of the stairs, not moving towards them but not moving away from them or lowering Excalibur.





"I'd better try something," said Merlin to the others in a low voice. "Maybe a quick paralyzing spell."





"I would not attempt such a feat were I you, Merlin," said Duval gravely, staring at the youth. "And don't start like that. I know who you are. Oh, the rejuvenation fooled me for a while, but there are some things about you that even renewed youth cannot hide."





"And how do you know me, anyway?" asked Merlin sharply. "We've never met before."





"That is where you are mistaken," said Duval. "Although perhaps that is not so surprising. You are not the only one here whose appearance the passage of time has changed."





He turned to Mary, standing in the shadow of the other three. "Miss Mary Sefton, I presume," he said. "It has been some time since you last had words with your father; I understand that he's quite concerned about your disappearance. You probably should inform him as to your whereabouts - although, given what befalls you during the day, I can understand why."





Mary stared at him, then at Merlin. "Who is this man?" she asked.





"I honestly don't know," said Merlin. "There's something familiar about him, but I just can't place him at the moment."





"Well, whoever you are, you certainly seem to know a lot about us," she said. "How do you?"





"It is my business to know these things, Miss Sefton," said Duval quietly. He turned to Jennifer, who had been glowering in silence at Elaine all the while.





"And finally, the third part of this love triangle," he said. "You know, this is the first time they we’ve met face to face, but I have to say that you are only a pale imitation of her."





"Of whom?" asked Jennifer sharply.





Duval gave a bitter laugh. "You haven't even guessed yet? Considering that you know Arthur Pennington's true name? Surely it must have occurred to you by now, Ms. Camford. Give it a moment's thought, and you will understand."





"Understand what?" asked Mary. "Who are they talking about?"





"I think that I know," said Merlin uneasily. He was looking even more closely at Duval's face, and a look of recognition was beginning to dawn in his eyes.





"Oh, my," said Elaine, in a low voice. She walked over to the covered portrait in the main hall and pulled off the tarp. It fell to the ground, revealing behind it an oil painting of a beautiful woman in a medieval gown. She sat with truly regal bearing upon a finely-carved throne, her honey-blonde hair held up by a thin gold coronet, staring out of the painting with piercing blue eyes.





"Guinevere," said Merlin, looking at the painting.





"Guinevere?" Elaine looked at her husband. "But that means....?"





Duval dipped his head in a nod.





"But this is impossible," said Merlin. "I know the accounts. You retired to the monastery at Glastonbury after the Battle of Camlann, and spent your final days there before you died. And you did die."





"You were not at Glastonbury yourself, Merlin," replied Duval gently. "You know what you do about my fate merely because of what the chroniclers recorded. But even they could be deceived."





"But how could you even survive all these centuries?" asked Merlin. "You're a mortal. An ordinary human, not a halfling or a sorcerer."





"There are secrets in this world that even you don't know of, Merlin," replied the head of the Illuminati. "All that I am free to tell you, for now, is that I am who I am, and that I am here."





"No!" said Arthur firmly. He stood upright now, fully alert, and gazed down at Duval with grave eyes. "You are not Lancelot! You cannot be!"





"And if I were not Lancelot, how would I know the things that I do?" asked Duval. "Such as that I gave the queen lessons in French? Or that she was the one who planned celebrations for the gargoyles that lived in the North Wood?" He turned his gaze towards a still confused-looking Merlin. "Or that an act of youthful pride nearly led to my untimely death within the walls of Dolorous Garde?"





"You are not Lancelot!" Arthur said through gritted teeth.





"How are we going to get out of here?" Mary whispered to Jennifer.





"I fear that you mistake my purpose, Miss Sefton," said Duval. "I have no intention of holding any of you against your will. You are free to leave this place whenever you choose." And with that, he walked up the steps and handed Excalibur to Arthur, hilt first, with a courtly bow.





Arthur and his companions stared at each other in amazement. Mary at last spoke. "I don't understand this," she said. "First you go to all this trouble to capture Arthur, and now you're letting him - and us - go, just like that?"





"Again, I fear that you have misread the events here," said Duval. "I did not capture him. It was the police who did so. I rescued him from them."





"And you drugged him," said Jennifer. "I hardly think that that was the act of a well-wisher."





"That was not my doing," said Duval, shaking his head. "I have some associates who have a tendency to act on their own without my permission; they took it upon themselves to treat him thus. And they will be reprimanded for it, I promise. But since they are in my following, I must still take some responsibility for their deeds. To make amends, I can promise you this: I will be declaring the activities of you and all close to you off-limits to the Society until further notice."





"I don't suppose that you'd be interested in doing a little more, sir, would you?" asked Mary. "Such as finding out who's been framing Arthur and doing something about that person?"





Duval shook his head. "That is your responsibility, I fear," he said. "I am not at liberty to assist you in this problem. You must solve it on your own."











"I think that we'd better go before he changes his mind," said Merlin to the others. They nodded, and made their way down the stairs, past Duval, who had stepped aside, no longer barring their path. Elaine stood beside her husband, and turned to him. "Guinevere?" she asked.





Duval merely nodded in silence. Elaine rushed off to join Arthur and the others.





Once they were out the door, Duval leaned against the banister post at the foot of the stairs, staring after them in silence. After a minute, he became aware of a familiar figure standing to his left.





"Arthur?" asked Norman.





"Gone," Duval replied, in a matter-of-fact voice.





"Elaine?"





Duval looked down the stairs and out the doors. "Gone as well," he said. "We all act, and we all bear the responsibilities for our actions."





* * * * *





A phone booth stood just outside the hotel. Merlin stepped inside and quickly punched in a number, while Mary stood outside it, waiting for him to complete his call.





"Into the Mystic," answered Leba's voice.





"Leba, this is Merlin," said Merlin at once. "Good news. We've rescued Arthur."





"That's wonderful," said Leba. "I'll tell the others at once. But where -"





"Sorry, but I can't talk about that now," said Merlin. "We've been warned that the police are tapping the phones. But we'll let you know the full story when we return."





"Return?" said Leba. "You don't mean that, surely?"





"I do," said Merlin.





"But if Arthur comes back to London, and you with him -"





"We'll just have to risk it," said the boy. "And Arthur insists. I'll tell you more later." And with that he hung up. He stepped out of the phone booth, and silently walked back to the car with Mary.





Arthur and Jennifer were standing outside the vehicle, talking. Elaine sat in the car, her head leaning back against the headrest and her eyes closed.





"I'm glad that you're safe," said Jennifer. "And that you're innocent."





Arthur nodded.





A heavy pause passed between them.





"Do you still love her?" Jennifer asked.





"Elaine? I care about her, but...."





"Not Elaine, Guinevere," Jennifer stopped him.





Arthur’s silence spoke volumes.





"I see. Were you attracted to me because you saw her in me? There are too many coincidences for me not to notice. Was that man right? Were you looking for a stand-in for your lost love?"





"I think about her at times, yes. But she’s been dead for as long as I was asleep. If she were still with me, I’m sure I would love her, no matter what wrongs she had done me."





"So I guess I should consider myself fortunate that my only competition is a married woman."





"No." Arthur shook his head. "There is a part of me that loved Guinevere deeply and it still does. But it does not hold sway over my entire heart. I have learned that life is for the living. I’ve put that part of my past behind me."





Elaine’s eyes snapped open when she heard Arthur utter those words.





"So what does that mean for us?" Jennifer asked.





"I don’t know."





Another pause passed before Jennifer cleared her throat.





"Well, if there's going to be something between us, then I must demand that you have no more secrets from me. I don't want to learn things about you from others, such as that you've been wrongfully accused by someone and the subject of a police investigation."





"I don't want to endanger you," said Arthur.





"And would you rather that I was left not knowing that you were in danger?" she asked. "Arthur, if we are going to stand together, then we must share the dangers together. If we do not, then what sort of relationship do we truly have?"





Arthur was silent for a moment, and then slowly smiled. "It will be a long journey back to London," he said. "Shall I tell you the full tale along the way?"





"That would be nice," she said with a nod.





The window on the black sedan rolled down. Elaine looked at them with tear-puffed eyes.





"Elaine?" Arthur stepped forward. "I -" He broke off, uncertain as to how to proceed.





The dark-haired woman shook her head. "You don’t need to say anything," she said. "In fact, I'd prefer it if you don’t." She swallowed a lump in her throat. "I hope that you can clear your name, so that you two can be happy together."





"And what of you, my lady Elaine?" Arthur asked her. "What will you do?"





"I’ll need to make my own decision," she replied. "I must find out where my heart belongs."





"I never thanked you for all your help." Arthur leaned into thecar and kissed Elaine. He could taste the salty tears on her lips. It was a good-bye kiss that broke her heart.





"I did what I could. You'd better go now." Elaine rolled up the window and drove away.





Merlin and Mary joined Arthur and Jennifer. "Arthur, I still don't understand this," said Merlin. "Why are we returning to London? You pointed out yourself when we left that it was too dangerous there."





"I left the city to protect my friends and allies rather than myself," said Arthur. "But I see now that they will be in danger no matter what I do or where I go. Our common past is enough to place them in jeopardy. You heard from me how Braddock is questioning so many people with ties to me. If they are going to be in danger, then I should be close at hand that I may be able to help them."





"You do realize, don't you, that Braddock's even more likely than ever to find you once you come back," said Merlin.





"That is a danger that I will simply have to face," the Once and Future King replied. "Besides, there is Mary's plight to concern ourselves with. If we return to the estate, Una may be able to find a cure for her."





"That sounds like a plan to me," said Mary hopefully.





"I can drive you all back," said Jennifer. "I'll trade in my rental for one with tinted windows, and we can be back in London by dinner time tomorrow. Or tonight, maybe," she said, looking at the sky. It was still dark, but the eastern horizon was beginning to brighten a little.





"Well, I'm outvoted, three to one," said Merlin. "I might as well yield on this one. All the same, though, I wish that Lance - Duval had been a bit more forthcoming with his information. We know now that somebody familiar is behind this whole Connection affair, but we don't know for certain just who it is."





"We'll find the answer in London," replied Arthur, as he climbed into Jennifer's car with the others. "At least, I hope that we will."





* * * * *





Morgana had poured all but one of the ingredients listed in the book into the cauldron. Now, she went to a small chest in one corner of her study, opened it, and took out of it a bundle carefully wrapped up in cloth. She bore it over to the cauldron and emptied the bones and skull that she had kept within it into the brew. There was a loud churning noise and several bubbles floated up from the concoction, bursting noisily in the air above.





Morgana nodded approvingly and went back to the book upon her desk. She read aloud the Old Welsh incantation penned upon its pages, her voice echoing through the chamber. The liquid within the cauldron began to seethe furiously, almost in answer to her words. Morgana completed the spell, then closed the book softly and waited.





Something began to stir from the depths of the cauldron, and slowly arose. Morgana's eyes glittered eagerly.





"It's a pity that you couldn't stay to see this, Sybil," she said to herself, a smile curving across her lips, as she gazed upon the fruit of her magic.





* * * * *





Duval walked moodily to the Priory ruins near the hotel. Elaine had not returned from seeing Arthur and his companions off, so there was only one conclusion that he could come to. She must have gone with them. "Well, it 's probably just as well," he told himself. But his attempt at stoicism did him no good.





The morning was overcast, but he still kneeled in front of the altar, clasping his sword in his hands before him cross-like, and bowing his head in prayer. He stopped, however, when he sensed someone kneeling next to him, and opened his eyes. It was Elaine.





"Is this too private?" she asked him.





"No," he replied, moving over slightly to give her more room. "I thought that I had lost you for good," he added, in a shaky voice.





"This doesn’t mean I’m staying," she told him.





"Of course," he said, nodding. "What would convince you to stay?"





"The truth, Hector," she answered. "The real truth about you, about the man you once were. I want to know more about you as Lancelot."





Duval sighed, but nodded. "I was raised by a beautiful woman," he began. "Many call her the Lady of the Lake, but I called her Mother..."





* * * * *





THE END

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