The Wart slept well in the woodland nest where he had laid himself down
Drat the whole thing
Where am I? What was that noise?
Excuse me, sir, but can you tell me the way to Sir Ector's castle, if you don't mind?
Your name would be the Wart, come in.
My name is Merlyn
While the Merlyn and the Wart, bonded and talked about their experiences. Wart brought up how he needs a tutor
Why not? How else can I be your tutor?
Are you really coming all the way home with me?
At this the Wart's eyes grew rounder and rounder, until they were about as big as the owl's who was sitting on his shoulder, and his face got redder and redder, and a breath seemed to gather itself beneath his heart.