weep, weep, if the Lady should set foot from Avalon, for surely she will return no more . I am not so sure of that, Morgaine thought, watching Gwenhwyfar struggling to compose her face. Though he has promised not to forbid the Beltane fires this year, at least. With shaking hands she undid her gown.
I swear it to you, Gwen, I knew not even that I had a sword in my hand. That is Arthur's newest custom, you may not know-that wherever we may travel in all of Britain, every one of his old Companions should gather at Pentecost and dine at his table. I love her, oh, God, I love her, mistake me not, but had she not been Arthur's wife, had it not been for-I doubt e Morgaine was one of my ladies-in-waiting, Gwenhwyfar was saying.
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