Yes, Morgaine thought, and this would keep Gwydion well out of the way, until and unless there was need of him. Always I have called Queen Morgause my mother- Morgaine laughed. The priest was at the altar, and then it seemed to her as if Nimue was there, her golden hair hanging down her back, fair and lovely as Gwenhywfar had been when she was a young maiden in the convent. Morgaine glanced fearfully around her.
it was not her fault that she could not do the first duty of a queen and bear him a son for his kingdom. It was bramble-scratched and the knuckles grimed and grubby like any active boy's hand, but she noted, too, Here within these undying lands all is at rest, with neither pain nor struggle; here can I forget both love and grief. Uriens, who was after all only an old man, and wanted peace? There was no reason to make him an enemy.
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