1 love you well, Morgaine, and I am no traitor-it pains me that you think me so, when you have given me so much. She bent her head for an instant in the most fervent prayer of her life, then drew a long breath and raised her arms in invocation'. Morgaine sighed. I will do your will, my lord.
would that Avalloch's horse would slip and fall and he would break his neck and save me from what I must do . and you are happy together? Igraine held Gwenhwyfar's slender hands in her own for a moment and suddenly smiled. swear it by your God, Kevin, swear it by the serpents around your wrists . I will not go overseas with you, Lancelet, nor will I bring strife among all the old Companions of the Round Table.
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