Is Gawaine not here, Arthur? I would have a word with my son, and I thought he was ever at your side! I miss him as much as you, Uncle, said Arthur. Gwenhwyfar chattered on, as artlessly as a girl half her age. And on the day when he seeks your hand, I do not think either Arthur or myself would say him no. Leave me now.
With the iron discipline of years, she managed to put even Morgaine from her mind and to ride home to Avalon in a mood befitting a priestess who had The woman's grey eyes seemed ageless and knowing, as if she could read and see all things. Thank you, my children, she said, with unaccustomed warmth, and one of the attendants bowed her head shyly without speaking. He took her hand.
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