Arthur said in a distant voice, Morgaine is a priestess of Avalon. She put her face into her hands and wept behind them, silently, and no longer cared that the abbess was watching her. Are you content, or will you spread my secret everywhere? No, said Gwenhwyfar, turning pale. it is ever harder to summon the mists and to pass forth from this land.
Why was not Arthur with them, if he had triumphed? But if this was Arthur's dead body, where was the ceremony and pomp on the of the one Morgaine had made for him so many years ago, but now she guessed that was behind their quarrel. and Morgaine's husband is so old he surely cannot look to see another Christmas. While you are in God's house, pray for me, lady.
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