Twelve years I spent there as a maiden, and I heard her voice but half a dozen times. Elaine had borne a daughter. She laughed harshly. Get out of my path or I'll force you to! You with who else? sneered Meleagrant, bracing himself with an ugly sneer.
The day I knew you priestess-born, I should have had you from there. She thought of the Merlin's intent gaze, his magical eyes, the beauty of his voice, and knew that already she was deeply entangled in her own spell weaving. She had been about to mount her own horse, but she hurried to Nimue's pony and caught the girl in a great hug, holding her tight and kissing her again and again. A priestess of Avalon should be laid to rest by attendant priestesses.
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