She supposed it was because she was a sinful woman that she had this glance into heathendom. Now Gareth was being embraced by a slender man with dark curling hair streaked with grey, and Gwenhwyfar bit her lip; Lancelet changed not at all with the years, save to grow yet more handsome. Arthur mourned her sincerely, and built for her a great tomb and a cairn, swearing that one day he and Gwenhwyfar should lie there at her side. Igraine was gone, and Viviane lost to death, murdered and lying among the priests of their God of death and doom.
even now they lingered on it tenderly. You are out early, my love, she said, and you did all this just for your old foster-mother? No, I do not want any cream. She held out a kerchief; it was Elaine's, but one kerchief is like to another, and it had been all but drenched in the scent associated with Gwenhwyfar. he priests had taught men to think of all nature as evil, alien, hostile, and the old Gods as demons, even so they would be
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