For I think it will be a long, long time before you and I shall meet again, Morgaine. She looked at the altar where the chalice had lain. of refusal and sacrilege strike inward at her very soul?She tried to compose herself for sleep again, but sle Don't you like it? I do.
Gwenhwyfar thought, cruelly, that Morgaine looked her age; her face was touched with subtle lines, and there were streaks of white in the raven hair, though her dark eyes were as fine as ever. But it was so cold that at last, hearing Morgaine's teeth chattering, Kevin said they must spread the two cloaks over them both and lie close together for warmth. It seemed that the whole world had dwindled down to this, this perfect awareness of herself, of her own body aching with desire, a hunger she had never believed she could feel. If his king commanded he would have her, but would soon come to hate.
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