He raised his wine cup, emptied it, and spoke with drunken emphasis. Now this quest, they think, will unite them again in the old fervor. His smile was fleeting, feral. Again Morgaine bowed her head and said, I am in your hands.
As she went silent and alone through the wet orchard, she could see that all was not so calm and beautiful after all. His eyes were dwelling on her, and although his hands on hers were careful, courteous, detached, it seemed that heat ran upward from them into her whole body. think of that! Do you think he fought them with sticks? It's a way of saying he drove out all the Druids-they are called serpents of wisdom, Morgaine said. Then she told herself not to be fanciful, set her teeth, and went to Uriens' chamber, where she found him half-clad and lying on the flagstones, stretched out with his body servant rubbing his back.
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