IN THE KING'S apartments a fire burned, and Morgaine heard the sound of a harp. Yet over her heart was a small stain of dried blood; and on the pillow beside her lay the silver crescent, the ritual jewel of a priestess, which she had left when she fled from Avalon. Had you forgotten? Morgaine is there, and the Old People have accepted her as their queen. Restlessly, like a prowling cat, she paced the hall, flickers of the Sight coming and going.
And now it looks as if we would have a fine day for the blessing of the crops. I have told you and told you, if you go up on the fells, take one of the shepherd lads with you! I had my rea He was still wearing the Saxon sword that Lancelet had given him at his knighting, but he had taken off his armor and wore a rich gown of scarlet; she had not known he could look so fine. to Morgaine that Gwenhwyfar was only a child, a tall, lanky child, nervous at some imaginary mischief which must be punished.
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