Not that, she said, shivering. I am going in disguise as an old peasant woman, as Viviane travelled so often in the old days. I knew not, anymore, even how the moon-tides ran with the cycles of my body . We are young still, my Gwenhwyfar, God may yet send us many children.
She had now from Accolon what she had so long desired from him . and then she wondered, would God be angry with her for calling on Morgaine's sorcery to deliver her? And she fell to praying softly until the monotony of her prayers put her to sleep again. All of us have known murder and ravage and blood and the slaughter of the innocent. but I am afraid, so afraid.
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