I know not how, Morgaine, my love, but it comes to me that never again shall I drink of the Holy Well. Gwenhwyfar tightened her whole body so that she would not weep again; all eyes were on them, and surely it was scandal enough that the King sat fasting at his own highest festival. At the moment she meant it utterly, rapt in her own spell which had caught her too, knowing that this man, body and heart and soul, was in her hands. You do me too much honor, both of you.
His hands strayed to her hair, which she had bundled loose under her veil. gs! But the Christians have power over all this land, Morgaine said, and you cannot change their thinking with a For when I came out of the country I found that already there were more lines in Gwenhwyfar's face, and El I made sure he should not love any but me.
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