She had often heard his knights speak of his charmed life, of how he could take the worst of wounds and not lose blood enough to kill. It was fading now; I could see it in the mirror which had been one of Gwenhwyfar's gifts. Lot turned as she spoke and looked on her with loathing. Morgaine, if you truly know any charms, could you give me a charm so that I would bear a son next time I am brought to bed? Morgaine smiled, putting the shuttle to the threads.
I am sorry-I do not- No, you would not remember me, said the abbess, though I saw you, now and again, at Camelot; I was so much younger. Shall I play for you? He set his hands to the strings and began to play; Gwenhwyfar listened, spellbound, and her serving-woman crept to the door to listen too, aware of sharing a royal gift. I should never have stayed away so long. e to know that his way of life was a denial of the forces of life which ran within the very pulse beat of the world.
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