ne forth to Avalon-yet now it tore at her with anguish, as if she were that same little girl who had wept when she left Igraine's house. I-did not know. You have no reason to love either of your parents, Gwydion, said Morgaine, and her hand tightened on his, but she surprised a fleeting look in his eyes, icy hatred . After a moment the girl opened her eyes, stared at Viviane in fright, and began to cry.
She went quietly out into the stillness of the dawn, taking the downward path beside the Sacred Well. She herself could not give Avalon a daughter, but as Viviane had done, she would bring her a fosterling. and then I was in Avalon again, staring in horror at the mirror where I could see nothing, nothing but the widening stain of blood in the sacred waters of the Well. Almost you frighten me, kinswoman, when I would keep myself from sin, and yet I have looked on you with lust and wickedness, knowing it was wrong.
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