And then she knew who it must be. Shall I go and find one of your servants, cousin? No, stay a moment, Arthur said. Or, she thought sourly, his queen? And could one call that honor?They turned to leave the chamber, and as they left the room, Viviane touched her hand gently. The light strengthened, and just as the sun was rising, the boat appeared out of the mists again.
Morgaine wrinkled her face in distaste; a God who chose to keep men and women with their thoughts on Heaven rather than o He can be spared today, I suppose. Ah, it is a good day in which you return to Camelot, my cousin. Yet here in this distant Cornish convent, all was still and peaceful; a soft-toned bell rang the hours
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