And without quite realizing it, I had been reading a novel that he had been inhabiting the entire time. All those literary and cinematic figures of wisdom and truth. Merlin was my composite of Obi Wan Kenobi, Gandalf, Aslan. He was Merlin, my hero, who would watch over me and guide me through life, as he had Arthur. While Barney was coming out of his trance, I was going into one of my own, letting the various pieces fall into place. What was so particularly wonderful about this exchange, and the reason it needs to be shown in full, is that Cooper gave me time to work it out for myself before Barney got there. ‘Merriman Lyon,’ he said softly to himself. He moved round the edge of the crowd with Jane but Barney stayed where he was. I want to see what it says about us again.’ ‘Come on, let’s go and have another look at the grail. ‘Funny name, isn’t it?’ said Simon lightly. ‘Well, of course – that’s what Merry is short for.’ ‘Great-Uncle Merry – is he really called Merriman?’ And then, in the Epilogue, Cooper reports this conversation between wide-eyed Barney, sensible Jane and older brother Simon:īarney was gazing into space as if he were coming out of a trance.īarney said slowly, ‘Is that his real name?’ I had been excited about the search for the Grail in this story and the presence of Dark and Light, and I had begun to wonder about Merriman Lyon.

It turned out that Great-Uncle Merry Lyon – benevolent, wise, all-knowing, ancient – was not simply all those things, but more. 218, then, something that had begun to take shape in my mind was given body.

218 in my now broken-backed copy of this novel when I experienced what I can only describe as literary magic a magic so powerful that I still remember the shiver that ran through me. When I was 10 I read Susan Cooper’s Over Sea, Under Stone for the first time.

Over sea under stone by susan cooper