Le géant enfoui

The mist hung heavy over the land, a pervasive shroud that stole memories, both tender and terrible. In a communal warren, carved into a hillside, lived Axl and Beatrice, an elderly Briton couple. Like all others, their minds were clouded, their past a series of fragmented whispers, yet a persistent, nagging feeling stirred within them: they once had a son, and he lived in a village some days' journey away. Though they could not recall his face, his name, or why he had left, the yearning to see him again, to piece together the tapestry of their shared life, became an undeniable urge. So, with a quiet resolve born of unspoken love, they set out from their familiar dwelling, leaving behind the dim warmth of the communal fire for the uncertain path ahead.

Their journey began with a disquieting encounter: a boatman, a silent ferryman of souls, and a desolate old woman who had been cruelly separated from her husband by this very boatman. This chilling tale planted a seed of fear in Beatrice's heart, a dread that the mist, and perhaps their journey, might unravel the delicate threads of their own love. Soon, they arrived at a Saxon village, a place simmering with suspicion after an ogre attack. There, they met Wistan, a Saxon warrior, fierce and watchful, on a mission of his own, and Edwin, a young boy bearing a mysterious wound, believed to be an ogre-bite. Wistan, taking Edwin under his wing, agreed to accompany Axl and Beatrice, their paths converging towards a monastery where a wise monk might offer guidance on Beatrice's ailing side and the perplexing mist that afflicted everyone.

The monastery, however, proved to be less a sanctuary and more a nexus of hidden truths. Here, they encountered the legendary Sir Gawain, King Arthur's nephew, an ancient knight still clinging to a faded chivalric code, tasked long ago with slaying the she-dragon Querig. It was here, too, that Wistan revealed his true purpose: he was sent by the Saxon king to kill Querig, fearing she was a weapon held by the Britons. Whispers of corruption among the monks and the uneasy alliance between their disparate group filled the air. As they navigated the monastery's labyrinthine passages, Axl and Beatrice began to glimpse fleeting images, fragments of memories that danced at the edges of their consciousness, unsettling and vague.

The group's uneasy truce shattered. Wistan, a master tactician, trapped and slew Briton soldiers within the monastery walls. Sir Gawain, riding alone for a time, found his own memories returning, a devastating recollection of King Arthur's brutal orders: the massacre of Saxon villages, a betrayal of the very peace Axl, then Arthur's envoy, had painstakingly brokered. Querig, it was revealed, was not merely a beast, but the source of the mist itself, her breath casting a spell of oblivion to bury the atrocities of the past, to allow Saxons and Britons to live in a false peace, oblivious to the horrific acts committed by Arthur's hand.

Axl and Beatrice, now separated from Wistan and Edwin, continued their journey, their destination still their son's village, though the urgency of their quest had shifted. The mist, however, was beginning to thin, and with each step, more memories surfaced, often painful and confronting. They recalled arguments, resentments, and a profound sadness that had led their son to leave them, a sorrow exacerbated by Axl's refusal to take Beatrice to their son's grave after he died of the plague. The weight of these rediscovered memories threatened to crush the fragile love they had nurtured in their forgotten years.

Finally, after a perilous journey fraught with encounters with pixies and a poisoned goat meant for Querig, Axl and Beatrice found themselves at the edge of an island, where the enigmatic boatman awaited. Beatrice, frail and weary, was ready to make the crossing, but the boatman insisted on a test: only couples whose love was true and unwavering could cross together. As their memories fully returned, the boatman uncovered the deep wounds of their past, the infidelity, the bitter arguments, the son's tragic departure and death. Axl, confronted with the full, raw truth of their history, hesitated, fearing that the return of these painful memories would shatter the love they had rebuilt in the mist.

He pleaded with the boatman, desperate to keep Beatrice with him, to preserve the tender affection that had blossomed in their forgetfulness. But Beatrice, with a quiet strength, affirmed her willingness to remember all of it - the good and the bad - for it was the entirety of their shared life. Yet, in the end, the boatman, seeing the lingering doubt and resentment in Axl's heart, deemed him unworthy to cross with her. With a heavy heart, Axl watched as Beatrice, his one true love, was ferried away to the island alone, leaving him on the shore, burdened by the clarity of a past he had once wished to forget, and uncertain if the boatman would ever return for him.