Morgaine rose swiftly, the flow of her draperies around her, and raised her arms. I must believe that I had no power to do other than I have done. On the morrow you must be ready to depart. enough to give the old man a child -though, heaven knows, she might fare better at such craft with the young Drustan, at that.
Maline sighed, taking up the spindle and distaff again. The Goddess welcomes me back to herself . I was young and wretched; you can never know how unhappy I was that winter when I bore her, alone and far from home and not yet full-grown. I was in despair, I said I would give myself to another man, since it was likely you could not father a son.
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