And he may not, and there will be another way which she will prepare, to which end we each have our tasks. far to me? I am a king's daughter too, and I am certainly as beautiful as Gwenhwyfar-and I at least have no husband! Morgaine laughed bitterly. Just look at Arthur, he must be past fifty and he could be a man in his thirties! Another old woman spoke a barnyard obscenity. He did not speak, but stood silent, watching Arthur and Gwenhwyfar.
but she only held Raven gently, the other woman's head on her shoulder, soothing her. She thought she had long outgrown shame for this-I am priestess, I need make no accounting to any man for what I must do-but she could not force herself to meet Accolon's eyes. Gwenhwyfar knew, with her sure instinct, that he did not want to say aloud that he loved Morgaine still and that he missed her. She heard him drawing on his garments.
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