You are hard, Morgaine, said Elaine, tears falling from her eyes. He is being fostered at Lot's court; I have not seen him since he was weaned. But as the sun rose over the moors it was as if they rode through a land already struck silent by the war. Ah, but I had forgotten, you are so pious a lady, you look never on the beauty of any man save your own wedded husband.
Uriens is here, with Avalloch his son. Poor Morgaine- and he touched her hand; she bit her lip at his tender voice. It is no more than an hour's walk from here-we might have kept walking and slept in the shadow of Camelot, if you had told me this before, Raven. She stroked the dark hair.
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