he who lay sleeping before her was the greater traitor, surely. ll enough to ride to Camelot, but it cannot be-not yet- Ah, I know it well, I am only an encumbrance to you, she cried out bitterly. Yet I cannot see how it should be God's will that the kingdom be torn again by chaos if Arthur should die, Gwenhwyfar said and heard her own voice rise, sharp and angry. Then his voice softened.
And for a moment it seemed that again the light of madness flickered in his eyes. She said, Welcome back to us, Nimue, priestess, sister, and kissed the girl on her wet cheek. She looked at the altar where the chalice had lain. She said, loud enough that Gwenhwyfar could certainly hear, Viviane died with her work unfinished.
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