She said, I vow to you that day will come, I swear it by the Sacred Well. Morgaine knew not that, either, said Morgause sharply. What traveller would come through this bitter weather, struggling through storms and darkness? No; whoever he might be, I cared not. More than that, she was near to nine-and-forty, long past the childbearing years.
But at other times, while she rode eastward, she felt herself to blame; the old taunt of Gwenhwyfar, little and ugly as one of the fairy folk, scalded her mind. For all the Gods are one God, and we are all One, who serve the One. yet she must not bring scandal on her name, or she could accomplish nothing here. l men do his will?Is this, then, his heritage from Arthur, and the blood of the Pendragon? And ice flooded her again.
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