Morgaine sighed, a heavy sound. Lancelet -a faint smile as he looked at his friend- I would leave you here to guard the Queen, but since your brother is prisoned, I know you will wish to ride with us. And I, said Lancelet from the darkness beyond them, striding quickly toward Gwenhwyfar's horse, and she could have wept with relief. I have few ties with any other there, not now.
And as she spoke she saw this same Nimue grown to tall womanhood, pale and serious with the blue crescent painted between her brows, and the shadow of the Death-crone . He smiled, a rueful half-smile, and it wrenched her heart; she remembered that he had said something like this to her . They must learn to manage guests in a great hall-for what other reason are they in your care, Gwenhwyfar? And it is the duty of a queen to welcome her lord when he returns from war. I am not worthy that you should love me so well.
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