She clung close to the warmth of his body, leaning her head against his back, and wept. Morgaine thought, I should go to him, but it was as if her feet were frozen to the floor, she could not take a single step. Oh, I am weary of Morgaine . ggar women, out of Avalon by the back ways and side roads, making their way on foot toward Camelot.
Kevin offered the wine flask to Morgaine, and when she shook her head, he drained it. ve a wife, whether of flesh and blood, nor yet of the fairy folk, and so he made him a woman of flowers . They put a garland of flowers in her hair, bright summer flowers, for, said the lady, you are no untried maiden. My father was Duke Gorlois, the first man Uther Pendragon killed as a traitor .
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