Morgause sank in a deep curtsey before Viviane, who seemed to have shrunk. Rome or the days of Alexander, I know not what, of the love of knightly companions, and they jeered at him for it. They begged broken meats at farm doors, they stole a bit of bread left for a dog at the back of a farmstead, they slept once in a deserted villa and one night beneath a haystack. And when I am done, she thought, a shudder running through her heart, he will never need a cloak anymore .
Welcome, kinswoman, she said softly. Nimue is in her room being punished-she was impertinent to Father Griffin-and Gwennie, thank Heaven, is asleep-she is a fussy baby and I was awake with her much of the night. May that time be far-surely, my lord, you will live many, many years-and by then all those old folk who still believe they must give allegiance to the pagan ways will have gone. Morgaine, he whispered.
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