and he was silent, reckoning for a moment on his fingers, and saying at last, Why, and so she is, as I am older than my father ever was, my Gwenhwyfar. She sat there with the sisters sometimes in the afternoons and stitched at her sewing, while Igraine was resting. And there he shall die a traitor's cursed death within the oak grove. He, too, started awake, looking up at Morgaine's pale face, the torch held high.
Morgaine felt a darkening mist before her eyes; Niniane gave her an arm and said, Lean on me. Arthur had already been dressed by his servants and gone out. Goddess! Great Mother! It is not I who must face him, but you . r clipped short like a soldier, and had himself shaved every day by his chamberlains, as carefully and as closely as he combed his hair.
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