Morgaine looked at Gwenhwyfar and saw the marks of tears around her reddened eyes. ry queen, now like Raven, solemn and compassionate, now like the Great Sow who had torn out Avalloch's life . I love you well, Morgaine. under no authority but that of God.
hether or no she would take Lancelet as a lover; or perhaps, even, that it was for Lancelet to say. Twilight was beginning to blur the furniture in the room. Morgaine put out a hand, quieting her. She washed herself and scented her body, and sat near Gwenhwyfar in the hall, merely picking at her food, sick and faint, disgusted by the grossness of the table manners, the dogs under the table.
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