You are Druid-born, and of two royal lines. But these things too return again, Morgaine whispered. The squire looked startled. gold thread tarnished and twisted and at last the spells woven into them vanished utterly from the world.
If there had not been war when I was younger, I might have been destined for Avalon and the lore of the priests. Behind her the setting sun spread crimson over the fields, but she would not look at it; all was grey and barren here. But she is not in Avalon. He would love her still, but he would never forget by whose blood he had come to possess her.
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