Whenever she let her mind wander to it, it was like being burnt with a hot iron of shame; she had offered herself to him i And she suddenly saw her plan complete as Nimue whispered, Must I go forth too? Is it mine to avenge the Goddess? She, Morgaine, would deal with the Holy Regalia. And she is not so young a woman, not now. For a moment she did not believe it, it was like seeing a ghost-surely if he were really here I would have seen him with the Sight.
He said, Keep this for me, lady, and handed it to Gwenhwyfar. The church had been decorated with flowers, and the people too, in their brilliant holiday dress, looked like massed flowers. Gwenhwyfar came and kissed her, and for a moment Morgaine's real tenderness for this woman returned. It seems it was only a little while ago, but she must be eleven or twelve, perhaps more.
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