mostly felt was pity for Morgaine, and pity too for Arthur, knowing how he had loved and trusted the sister who had betrayed him. After a moment she turned into a dark corner and removed the little sickle, slipping it into a tied pocket at her waist-whatever befell, Kevin must not see it. She said, loud enough that Gwenhwyfar could certainly hear, Viviane died with her work unfinished. No! No! It is not for you! The very sight of it struck you down! It is death to touch the holy things
But Lancelet, below them, had risen and strode to Gwydion; he brought back his gloved hand and struck the younger man smartly across the mouth. Viviane ate as sparingly as ever, but she was ready in praise of the food. Someone softly but audibly whispered, Witch! Harlot! Morgaine colored, but her hands did not falter as she handed Accolon the cup. Now he gave me many more of our mother's gems, and some that had been plunder of the Saxons.
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