I have not been there for two or three years, but I shall go again, now the countryside is quiet. And you have borne this burden alone, nor ever laid the fault rightly at my door-no, Gwenhwyfar, he said earnestly, turning to her again, it is not what you think. and I knew it was my doing you lay without the spark of life . And yet beyond this, she is, as she is in Igraine and Viviane and Morgause and Nimue and the queen.
The great crimson banner of the Pendragon floated from the heights, and Gwenhwyfar crossed herself as they passed beneath it. She leaned her chin on her hands, and Gwenhwyfar thought she looked like a cat licking cream from her whiskers. Yes, and I doubt it not, my lady is weary. The servants brought lamps and torches, fastening them into the wall, and Arthur said jovially, See, my lady, we are lighting our own Beltane fire within walls.
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