That at least is the story so far, a blend of myth, invention and hard-billed commercialism that has elevated the resident colony of ravens at London’s famed prison and palace on the north bank of the River Thames to a rare status: clipped-wing guardians of the national destiny, tourist-dollar magnets. from AWOL, heralding the feared redemption of a purported prophecy dating from the time of King Charles II in the 17th century: When the ravens leave the Tower of London, the building will crumble and the kingdom with it. And now one of them - their queen, Merlina - has been reclassified to M.I.A. They hold the future of the realm, some say, in their fearsome beaks.
LONDON - They flap and lollop and squawk and scavenge.
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