n rites, she who was Lady of the Lake-buried by these folk who imprison their God within stone walls? Viviane chose Me, he welcomed as if I had been his favorite uncle in childhood, saying how good it was to see a familiar face from Avalon, embracing me, making much of me-all as if he loved me well. In the old days, lady, the consort of the queen was king of the land, and if I hold you and get sons on you, no man will gainsay my right to rule. there was talk that he and Queen Isotta had been overfond of each other, he said.
It is good that you do not despise him for his body's infirmity, dear child. Morgaine, I cannot. But now that Igraine had spoken, she wondered why she had not thought of this before; it never occurred to her to doubt the Queen. ine leechcraft if you fall-and the stones are slippery underfoot, with this snow melting as it comes down.
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