Morgaine could see that there were long pale streaks of white in the dark hair. I hardly know how it could be more ill, she whispered. It is but a new fashion, said Morgause. After a few formal words of thanks for the rich gifts made by Gwenhwyfar on her own behalf and on Igraine's, the abbess came to the real business of this farewell visit.
It is not so, it will never be so, but perhaps it is the only way the unenlightened can bear to think of their Gods. He will need some practice with dragons. Ah, Morgaine-kinswoman- He drew her down beside him. I am a priestess, and I know this thing that burns in me is not of the Goddess, but unholy .
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