Page 19 - Taliesin's Rainbow

The Sword

When Taliesin was 5 years old, we moved into the pur-
ple castle in Lithia Park. Taliesin’s tiny bedroom had
just been decorated, when a dear friend came to visit.
“Wow! Taliesin, this room is fit for a prince!” she ex-
claimed.

“A king!”, Taliesin replied with certainty.

We live in a Shakespearean town and Taliesin loved
swords. Every Saturday he took his plastic sword and
shield to the park and found a group of knights joust-
ing in the big lawn, outfitted with shields and wear-
ing chainmail. Taliesin walked up to a towering robust
man, he looked up fearlessly and asked confidently,
“Want to sword fight?”

“Well son, you’re no match for me”, the knight replied.

“Try me!”, answered Taliesin in an assertive voice.

When Taliesin was ten I gave him a sword for Christ-
mas. We called it Excalibur. It came with a hand writ-
ten scroll from King Arthur, saying that he was passing
his sword to Taliesin with the responsibility to hold the
world in honor and truth.

After a long conversation with Taliesin, the last words
he spoke to a friend were “I am the Sword”.