somehow she had thought the hair on a man's chest would be wiry and coarse, but it was not so with him, it was soft and silky as her own hair, curling so fine and close. Niniane was studying her curiously; what had she heard, Morgaine wondered, in all these years? But then she looked away and stooped to look at the little girl. True, true-but if I do not go, they will think their king does not care for them, Uriens said. And at summer's end he died peacefully and was buried at Camelot, and even the bishop mourned him as a wise and learned man.
eir convent walls, I must ride on to Tintagel with news for all men sworn to Arthur to come at once. Ah, but she loved them both, loved Arthur all the more that he could be generous enough to give her this . His heart would break if I failed to keep this tryst, she thought; he did not know how fortunate he would be. If she could steal into Avalon behind the island-but the paths had carried her only into the fairy country.
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