ot, Morgaine thought, and then, confused, she asked herself whether the Goddess had truly borne the Grail, or It was warm wool, though, and Morgaine wrapped it round herself, though it made her look more than ever like a beggar woman; she had suffered more from the cold than from hunger. Her lips opened; it seemed she was calling, and Morgaine wondered, How long have I been here? Surely, I have been here four or Jive days, maybe even a week. I should send a messenger with a place for rendezvous.
Ah Goddess, I always knew that on this day when I laid down my virginity, that it would be within a grove . God ride with you, she said, and stood watching as the men's hoofbeats thundered away in the night. almost, then, she had longed to cross over, if only to hear the music there. That, she thought, would have been hard for her own sons-Gawaine, Gaheris, and Gareth were noisy and inquisitive, and it had been difficult to school them to courtly manners.
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