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ow she had fled from Avalon and of Gwydion's birth, he put out his hand and encircled her small fingers in his own. Oh, I will punish it. Morgaine, thinking of the child who had sat in her lap and clung to her with his sticky fingers and called her Granny. She sought out the banner of Pellinore, the white dragon he had adopted after the killing of the dragon in the lake.

14In the world outside, the light of the sun shone bright through fickle cloud shadows over the Lake, and far away the sound of church bells rang through the air. And then, Beltane. Her waiting-woman and page were probably dead, certainly well out of reach. Uriens? Niniane laughed, a scoffing laugh.