[ Fate always seems to have its plans. Myrddin had greeted him on the dark street in London and now? Now he hatched out of an egg, for heaven's sake. It's much more pleasant than the bloody gutter, but Jonathan almost mulishly prefers his first miserable awakening. At least he'd still been home. ]

Perhaps! Soldiers would be better suited — but I don't blame them for not sparing anything. It tests our loyalties well, doesn't it?