He held out his twisted hands. Their four dark forms were reflected in the pallid surface of the pool, against the pale reflection of the sky, where a few pale-pink streaks were beginning to herald the sunrise. It was as if a great bell called to me, far away, a light like to the faraway lights in the marsh, saying, Follow . Hither I came to die.
Gwenhwyfar had thought she would never again feel wrath at any living creature after the day's joyous vision; even now, what she Uwaine stammered, I thank you, my k-king. The time has come, perhaps, to stop pretending who is truly the Lady of Avalon and take my proper place. Now you may plant your cutting, Mother .
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