And then she knew, as if she had heard it, the voice of a priest speaking to the trembling Gwenhwyfar-was it now or whe Come, now, help me to dress myself to stand before my kinsman the High King- Morgaine drew a deep breath. Morgaine sighed. ore her whole court-how could the woman share her bed with a man young enough to be her son? Why, Lamo
but she could not dismiss the sudden fear that this was, indeed, Uriens' child . What is it, Lady? he asked her softly. Has Morgaine confided in this wretched abortion, when I had to force her secret from her by spells and the Sight? She felt a surge of wrath, but Viviane said, Enough. I shall send him to come and play his harp for you ladies while you are cloistered here.
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