Now even Uriens, it seemed, made a mockery of it. no, it was all like shadows-Gwenhwyfar's clear voice broke through. she swayed, and Niniane put out a hand to support her. Raven took the little razor-sharp knife, and Morgaine watched, stilled into a dream, as she raised it; so be it, even if she wishes here to shed my blood before the Goddess I tried to flee .
Morgause was in the women's hall with Gwenhwyfar and her ladies when they heard the trumpets from the heights. Igraine had struggled to her feet last night to go to evensong, but this morning she had been so weary and without strength she could not rise. It came to me that even if I stretched forth my hand to him as the Death-crone he would see nothing but my own face, Morgaine. But at last even reminiscences palled, and the people in the hall began to murmur.
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