I had failed, failed, failed! I was false to the Goddess, if indeed there was any Goddess except for myself; false to Avalon, false to Arthur, false to brother and son and lover . How beautifully you play, Nimue, said Gwenhwyfar. my son, and so does every man in this room! Would you have him always the courtier? But Gareth was frowning after him. And Viviane rode no longer in boots and breeches like a man, travelling at speed, a law unto herself.
Good-naturedly, Gwenhwyfar called one of the serving-women to put the room to rights and, at Morgause's side, fol and then it was only Kevin's sweet, musical, half-mocking voice that said, I cannot hold you, Morgaine, as well you know, and he placed me gently into my chair. He patted my hand. gesture Viviane made, when she bade me fight for peace in the name of Avalon with that selfsame sword.
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