My spells, Elaine, can be worse than useless-ask Gwenhwyfar one day how such a spell rebounded upon her! But Elaine, she said, suddenly serious, w have been your son- would say, my uncle and my lord, that we are living for this day, and not for what history may say of us a thousand years hence. Yet, in her folly and pride, she had let him fall into the hands of Gwenhwyfar and the priests. and at the thought she felt sick again with terror; she was still sore from his brutal treatment, her mouth swollen, bruises darkening on her shoulders and, she supposed, on her face.
Forever, if that is your will. So, either way, there was nothing to fear: at worst she would meet no one and spend a lonely night among the trees. Morgaine put an arm round her, thinking, I bring them Viviane's granddaughter. Gwydion said, If you truly believe that, my lady and queen, then for you it is truth-all the Gods are One God and all the Goddesses one Goddess.
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