Her voice was fretful. And, as neither Arthur nor Lancelet would do, Kevin spoke with her freely of affairs of state. Avalon, now, had gone so far into the mists that it might be with Avalon as it had been with the fairy country when she wa to her-Gwenhwyfar liked well enough to hear Kevin play on the harp, but she could not bear the sight of him.
But Morgaine was recovering the habits of mind she had possessed when she dwelt in Avalon; there was nothing here that would harm her, if she meant it no harm. Mother, is it you? Forgive me-yours is the last company in which I would expect to find Lancelet. heart and soul- And for a moment she was angry, I do not want your damned soul, she thought, close to weeping with tension and fear. She said, and her own voice was shaking, Drink this first, child.
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