It is I who calls you, Morgaine of Avalon . She smiled; disbelieving, she heard herself laugh aloud, and the small, once-prisoned thing within her asked angrily, Someday she would be too weary or too unguarded to care, and she would speak her mind to the priest. rouble in his kingdom; but Gwenhwyfar knew in her heart why Lancelet had not come, why he had chosen to stay apart.
She rose and peered at the wound. if I had stayed here, the Goddess would have worked with me one way, but even when I tried to flee my sworn duty, she brought it upon me elsewhere . He had waited long enough to rule, and Uriens looked like living forever. Gwenhwyfar raised her head and began to sing the Magnificat with the rest, so fervently that the abbess raised her head and looked sharply at her.
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