The stone looked ancient. The embedded sword did not. Arthur glanced around to see if anyone was watching. He needed to return to the tournament soon else Sir Kay would box his ears.
Without bothering to read the STONE’S inscription, Arthur gripped the sword, and yanked with all his strength. It popped free and he fell on his ass.
“Excuse me, but that’s my sword.”
Merlin had taught him how to understand the trees, birds, and fish. Never had he mentioned speaking rocks.
“Forgive me.” He replaced the sword and scrambled to find another. Kay’s boxing bruised his ears for weeks.