Perhaps all Morgaine's mockery was a defense against Gwenhwyfar's own pride, her scorn of the sorceresses of Avalon. The repeated cries of Mother! and the love and anguish in Uwaine's voice finally reached down through the mist that blurred Morgaine's eyes and mind. He turned quickly to Queen Morgause, who was approaching them. t was so simple, with a few simple laws? I like that everybody be happy, Arthur said, and she knew that this w
This, then, was her task: to make certain that Accolon should succeed his father, not for her own sake o Morgaine would know that, said Morgause dryly, but I would not suggest you ask her. She must wait, wait . The Queen smiled; whatever it was, as the horns blew outside the hall, it was something which pleased her.
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