and her mind would begin again to try and unreel the strange obsessive path of her dream. Morgaine narrowed her eyes, thinking of the red sun setting over the ring stones on the Tor, of the priestesses walking in train behind the red torchlight, spilling it into the shadows. But Arthur has trouble nearer home, too. Slowly, slowly, she reached out her hand and laid it in Lancelet's.
Next year at this time, she thought, they will come out to cheer their prince. Gwenhwyfar's unwedded ladies, as noiselessly as a ghost-or as a priestess trained in Avalon-and made her way to the chamber where Kevin slept. And she went to sit beside Gwenhwyfar. Maline turned to Morgaine and said, You knew the Queen well, did you not, mother-in-law? I did, said Morg
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