Gwenhwyfar thought, surprising herself, I am glad I came. Happy? In that place of evil sorcery? Morgaine said, and the utter conviction of her words struck Elaine's heart, I am not so certain. It seemed enough, for a moment, to touch that beauty, as if something of it could penetrate her and give her some of that glow and loveliness.
Go and rest, dear sister. Gawaine met with us when we had already been a whole day on the road, and besides, my place is at my husband's side. Yet over her heart was a small stain of dried blood; and on the pillow beside her lay the silver crescent, the ritual jewel of a priestess, which she had left when she fled from Avalon. Lot turned as she spoke and looked on her with loathing.
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