except, perhaps, for that day when the mists had opened, and Gwenhwy-far had somehow fallen or wandered through. The boy is healthy and well, and safe in Avalon. I do what the Gods have given me to do, no more, and you do the same. After all these years, after my own betrayal and my faithlessness, she has come again to me and I am priestess once more.
She drank thirstily, and realized she had drunk too quickly after her long fast; she felt dizzied. Gwenhwyfar would never be anything but her enemy. But you do not know what I shall be weaving today, child. - Sounds carry a long way in the fog, Morgaine said, and in fog such as this they carry further still.
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