ent her nights in another bed than her husband's- Keep quiet, old gossip, said the first speaker. And where is Morgaine now, Lady? She should return to us! Viviane said, She should return to us indeed, a But Aedwin the Saxon slaughtered them, Gwydion said. He is such a son as should make his father proud, Morgause thought.
How long has it been? I like not to think of the years! How young you look, Morgause! Such pretty teeth, and your hair as bright as ever. Gwydion's was of blue-dyed cloth, embroidered with crimson stitchery. Dearest child, you look tired-I know you have little love for crowds! She held a silver cup to Morgaine's lips, and Morgaine sipped the wine, then shook her head. No man could be other than proud of this grave and priestly young Druid.
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