But why have you put on your holiday tunic this morning? Did I put on my holiday tunic? he asked, his small dark face innocent. But I warn you again, Gwenhwyfar: charms do not their magic as men and women would have it, but by their own laws, and those laws are as strange as the running of time in the fairy country. That is the Goddess as she is worshipped in Ireland. That this unchaste harlot of a sister of yours, she is such a one as would practice her whore's arts on her own brother-! Arthur swung round to her, his arm still around Morgaine.
thout moving; and Morgaine woke in her isolated dwelling on Avalon with that cry of rapture still ringing in her ears; and she was alone. He bent to kiss his mother's hand, and went; Morgause, frowning, started to ask Gwydion what he had seen; but he was scowl She had much the same feeling when she sat that night in the great hall that was hung with decorations and brilliant with the fine clothes of the ladies and the knights. Of course it would have to be Gawaine, thought Morgaine, always first to set himself face to face with the unknown! Yet he had played into her hands.
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