I have not thanked you, Morgaine- She smiled. She smiled -smug as a cat, Gwenhwyfar thought-at the transparent blush that covered Galahad's face. why does it seem to me now that of all the love I have known, that is the truest . Time ran strangely now upon Avalon.
She stood at the window, his arm about her waist, feeling at one and the same time a feeling of revulsion and a gratitude for his kindness. No one, Morgause thought, paid it the slightest attention. The proper way, if truly they felt this about each other, was to wait until dawn and ask Arthur's permission to marry . Lady, I said it once to you before this- the day of Avalon is ended.
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