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But Igraine was looking at her expectantly, and she said, Perhaps Morgaine has received no message. The hand she gave Gwenhwyfar was thin and bony, so that her rings hung loose. It was a solitary horseman, wrapped in a grey cloak and riding on a tall, lean horse; riding alone, with no servant or pack horse. I caught my breath before the God, as the voice sang on .

a woman who could be content to give herself and ask nothing more of him than pleasure. I have known for years that it would not befit Morgaine's son to end his days among shepherds and fisherfolk. How did that wretched man know that?And she told herself, I am under no vows like the Christian nuns! If I choose to take a man to my bed, that is for me to say . The room was empty and silent except for the heavy snores of her serving-woman in a pallet on the floor.