Tomorrow would be Midsummer. But the Goddess had not sent her even the hope of conception, and to be honest, she did not want it. And when he had gone, she sat on the bed without the strength to lift her hands. ant at Morgaine's wedding; the calm, still face of the strange woman with braided fair hair, the woman she had seen only in dreams, Lady of Avalon .
She said, I have no taste for watching men batter each other for sport-there has been enough of fighting that I am weary even of the sound of it. He had called her alive out of hell in Tintagel, he had come to her as the God, he had been perhaps her only friend, man or woman, in her entire life. She came to awareness a day or two later, cool-headed, but with a vast and empty ache in her body. By your leave, said Gawaine, may I be the one to confer this honor on my cousin Uwaine, lord Arthur? Who better than you, my cousin and friend? Arthur said.
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