Most of those three days she spent in her chambers, telling the Queen that she was ill, and it was not far from the truth. And dress yourself, Lancelet. And you, Morgaine-not a word or a look for me-? He reached out and touched her, and she said between clenched teeth, Wait. A young man in dark clothing, slender, dark-haired, a blur beyond her sight; but the voice, accented sof
She could feel the mists cold about her now. Were all men mad this day? Viviane must lie in Avalon, I said, where all the priestesses of the Mother have been buried since time began. They came to the head of the stairs, to the chamber where Alienor had once dwelt; Gwenhwyfar had been in a little room behind hers. She turned her back on the convent and walked down to the Lake, along the old path by the shore.
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