But you are eating nothing, Morgaine, said Gwenhwyfar. And now, when I have learned to love it and long for it, I am renouncing it in the name of my love. Well, Galahad, you are not the first to think me so. Uriens came to the dais and bowed to Gwenhwyfar.
And as she spoke she saw this same Nimue grown to tall womanhood, pale and serious with the blue crescent painted between her brows, and the shadow of the Death-crone . Why not blame Gwenhwyfar for making her husband so vulnerable? Everyone in this kingdom knows she favors Lancelet, yet no one cries out 'witch' or 'harlot' when she comes before the people. It is I who calls you, Morgaine of Avalon . Will you give me a token to bear into the lists? Morgaine smiled indulgently and gave him a ribbon from her
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