And you know it is welcome to you, my lord. I am not Roman, to let some man tell me what I may do with what the Goddess gave me. but he went on, I see you here with your husband and your fine stepson-a credit he will be to the Companions. Later someone put a harp in her hand and she too played and sang; never had her voice sounded so soft and clear and sweet.
I tried-I could not find the way. I must go now, at once. It was growing dark, and at last Morgaine said, I can no longer see the harp strings, and I am hoarse as a crow-I can sing no more. He led her to a bench and seated her at his side.
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