She let the girl lead her inside the church. She shook her head. When the Gods had set their will, what did it matter what any mortal did, even with charms and spells? Viviane had set Arthur on the throne . And then, the basket over her arm-like any old market woman or peddler come here on pilgrimage, she thought-she went silently up the path from the shore.
she thought wildly, not knowing it was the beginning of a confusion which would grow endlessly and never be wholly settled in her mind. She was taller than Morgaine, but somehow, with her slender pale hands and the fragility of her narrow shoulders, it seemed d dumb woman, my lord Arthur, dead-the excitement was just too much for her! Arthur walked to where Raven lay lifeless in Morgaine's arms. Stay with your father today.
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