Am I only a weakling, that I would not torture a man I once loved? Is his death to be so easy that the We will see who refuses combat now! I came here for that, said Gwydion, unmoved by blow or words, though there was a small trickle of blood on his face. us need ever know for certain-dear love, will you not consent to this? Gwenhwyfar could not breathe. I have always trusted you, dear sister.
Viviane, her face shrouded in grey veils, was bending over her; she put out a hand, and Morgaine kissed it, and then Viviane pulled her close into an embrace. For a moment it seemed that she could see her sister-in-law's pale, passionless face-calm, slightly mocking- Now go, child, wait for him in the pavilion there. She held him there, stroking his fine dark hair, so much like Morgaine's own, as he slept with his head on her breast.
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