Morgaine asked him, What of the quest? What indeed? I have heard a little, he said, here and there, here and there, as I rode in the land. In Ambrosius' time we led an army up country this way-we had not so many horses, save with the baggage wagons, but one could bring them up and cut across ground here. You are right. Why should I? But I thought, now you were wedded-and Gwenhwyfar too deserves to be left in peace.
She bent her head. In my dream, I think he played on a pipe-like Gawaine's. The first night she had slept in an abandoned herder's hut, supperless, sheltering from the wind, but no more. I am no more the Mother, and I should feel no more grief than when I ceased to be the Maiden for her .
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