We rode twenty miles there and twenty miles back just to visit that fs'kin well on the promise that Merlin was still tainting the water every morning with his magic potions.

On the other hand, the villages were all full of wrinkled old ladies dressed in black, maybe we should have realised earlier.

They might have been 900 years old.

So it might not have started working on me yet then ?

Come on Merlin hurry up and stop this ageing process before things have gone too far, you'd hate to get to 90 and then find out you were going to be like that for another 810 years.