Will you not have some pity on me, beloved? She lowered her eyes, with a long sigh, watching his contorted face, his dazed breathing. But you are not so young, either, and since you have forsaken Avalon-no, I do not reproach you, but I thought it might well be that you wished to marry and have a home of your own. To hell with your feast and to hell with your justice, then! And to hell with your Round Table and a e fires flared, sparks crashing skyward-there was the taste of fresh blood on her mouth, and now the cave mouth was shadowed with the antlers .
At least she, Morgause, would make better use of this unexpected power thrust into her hand. It would be hard, Gwenhwyfar thought, to refuse Nimue anything at all; she had willingly pledged herself to keep the young maiden's secret. While there was still danger that she might take the fever she did not go near him- she had hoped herself pregnant again, but it turned out not to be so; only her own hopes and illusions. It was so open here, so near to the sky; Caerleon had nestled close to the earth.
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