Exile her as they may, she will prevail. Morgaine, will you play for us, then? My harp is in Wales, she said. yet she knew not even now whether they were within or out-of-doors, whether the glass throne of the queen was withi Oh yes, she could still call the mists .
that they clung together till the shadow of the night faded and the queen's sweet mocking smile seemed to shimmer around them. Morgause was the only mother he had known, and now he was parted from her too. Three days later I got leave from Arthur to depart from his court and ride to Avalon; I said only that I was homesick for the Isle and for Viviane, my foster-mother. Had Morgause not prepared her, then, to see her son presented to his father-no, to the King, Gwenhwyfar reminded herself sharply; there was no reason to think the boy had any idea who his father was.
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