Bless you. Morgaine too laughed. It seems unfair- It is unfair, said Morgaine. King Uriens, she said, for the sake of our good knight Uwaine, I will do as you wish.
And they will-what is it your priests say-they will temper the wind to the shorn lamb. And, she thought, there is so little of your hair that if you cut it short, your bald spot would shine through like a beacon! Look, the noble Lanc ? Later, Morgaine never knew whether in truth she had borne the chalice or whether that, too, had been part of the vast magic she had woven for the Goddess . she said in the old language, and Gwydion raised his brow.
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