but try to drink it anyhow, there's a good girl- Morgaine swallowed the bittersweet drink, tears blurring her vision. I did not even know whom they had chosen as Lady of the Lake in her place, for I could not return to Avalon. She turned her back on the chapel. Gwenhwyfar rubbed the icy hands between her own.
Gwenhwyfar gave me a fine wedding, considering how she hated me; I had six bride-women and four of them were queens. Like many husbands, he spent his time at war, coming home two or three times a year to see to their land It is the sword of Avalon! And if you bear it not as you have sworn, then shall it be given into the hands of one w The little girl was tired with riding and soon slept, but Morgaine lay awake, Nimue's head heavy on her arm, feeling fear stealing upon her.
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