The fact is, Morgaine, he said, smiling his good-natured smile at her, I am an old man, and there is nothing that can be done about it. she dared not open her eyes until she heard Nimue cry aloud in fear and wonder . I-I have had to deal with that, all my life. Arthur laid his hand on the hilt of Excalibur, in its scabbard of crimson velvet and gold.
I had known enough of power. Morgaine, I dreamed-and in my dream I cried out for you, but I could not hold you- I held him close. In the light of the many torches and lamps, Excalibur flashed like lightning as he drew it. Arthur bowed his head and said, Be it so, my son.
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