Gwen, I beg you, do not quarrel further with Morgaine. Oh-if there are thanks, they are to be spoken both ways, my friend-or could you not tell that? For a moment the scarred fingers tightened on hers. He said, Poor Morgaine, poor girl, and for the first time since Accolon's death had turned me to stone, I felt t If I speak to the lady, she will beseech me again not to go .
You who have had so many lovers, have you ever known what it is to love? For a moment Morgaine felt herself How old are you, young Uwaine? Fifteen, my lord and king. this place! Come with me to Avalon, bearing her body! I could see in the shadows the very glow of the Godd At last she whispered, What can I say to you? Say that you love me! I love you.
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