I would still be there, she thought, one of them, doing the work of the Lady . Arthur bears the sword of Avalon still, and if he keeps not his oath to Avalon, they will require it at his hands. Thou too shalt be forgotten, like the flower that falleth on the grass, like the wine that is poured out and soaks into the earth. Have done with that foolishness, she said.
She blinked her eyes fiercely; so it was and so it must be: he loved her as kinswoman, no more. The Goddess bestows her gifts as she will. Her hand lay on it now, stained with her own blood-there was so much blood, so much. Well, then- He may think you are Gwenhwyfar for a short while, Morgaine said, steadily, but he will know soon enough.
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