Ah, Morgaine, Morgaine, my poor sister-I knew I had done you a great wrong, but I dreamed never that it was so great a wrong as this- You mean this is true? Gwenhwyfar cried out. Go to Niniane, she whispered, with the racking struggle to make her unused voice do her bidding. She writhed, shrieking; he hit her again and she lay still, crouched on a corner of the bed. neither was it a fair day for a ride; the sky was dark and clouded, a little wind blowing, the hills bleak and bare.
Morgaine lowered her voice and said, Believe me, I want no scandal, no more than you. For a moment she thought she should seek out Elaine, try to prepare her, encourage her to think of this as the priestesses were taught to She thought, with a trace of pity, Poor girl, there is nothing to be done for her now -she would be so Under cover of the shadows, he kissed her, only a feather-brushing of soft lips against her temple.
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