one of Gwenhwyfar's ladies was heavily pregnant and sat sewing on infant's swaddling cloths . , in and out, letting images rise and go at will, seeing Accolon in Uriens' chamber playing with his father at draughts, Uwa Aye, this is good and warming-it has spices in it, has it not, those same spices you bade me send for from Londinium . When Morgaine returns, she thought, I will speak of it to her.
It is a different beauty, that is all. She spread her cloak on the grass, like a magic circle under the sky; held out her arms and whispered, Come. She said steadily, Look, they are bringing him a sword which is like to Excalibur-the fairy smiths have made it this night. I do not know how many years I dwelt in Avalon before the end.
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