Aching with loneliness, she began to skirt the shore, leading her horse. But he wore the robes of a bard, and on his forehead was the small tattoo of an acorn crest, and about his wrists the serpents of Avalon writhed. No, it was folly to think Kevin had cursed her, that must have been a madness of her delirium . And indeed, the big hunter was already coming into the hall, bending low before Morgause.
After a time Igraine murmured, Yet the Sight should have bidden Morgaine to come to me-you would come Gwenhwyfar shrank from the brutality of the words; slowly, with lagging fingers, she began to draw on her gown. You're a good woman. But then he clapped his foster-brother on the shoulder.
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