but here she was priestess, and born of the old royal line of Avalon. Arthur gave me leave, and we could have had each other, at least once, and now never . Perhaps if she were given a son, and it was made clear that it was by Avalon's arts and will- She glanced at Niniane. their tutor; and below them at the long table the men-at-arms and their ladies, and the upper servants.
But you do not know what I shall be weaving today, child. He led her into a grove of trees. Behind her the setting sun spread crimson over the fields, but she would not look at it; all was grey and barren here. How could I, she said, nestling closer, when you have been so kind? All women think not so, he said.
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