Onto the last two books. . .
I finished Mary Stewart’s The Last Enchantment last night. The end of that book always leaves me with a feeling of melancholy. Through the first two books of the tetralogy, Merlin is a strong, clear-thinking, fearless character. As he approaches old age in the third book, though, he begins to feel the weight of his years and deeds and believes his gods have left him in favor of another enchanter. While Merlin himself doesn’t seem to regret this change, I just don’t want it to happen! Merlin the Enchanter, the wise and oft-times oracular figure is what I want to see, not the old man content to let his power flow away from him.
But then, as I know I’ve said before, it’s not the author’s job to give me the story I want to hear. It’s her job to tell her story truly, and if it means an ending that makes me sad, then that’s the way it’s going to be.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to find the last book of the set, The Wicked Day, to be a pleasant read. I’m a little afraid of the next one, given how Arthurian legend tends to end up and knowing how I love the characters in these particular books. That doesn’t often happen in Arthurian tales.
I just have to remember that it’s a library book, and I can’t through it across the room if it upsets me.