Uriens' eyes were on Morgaine where she sat, her dark gown lending fairness to her skin. Gwenhwyfar felt that her whole body and heart were made of pure joy. Our mother was tall and red-haired like Queen Morgause here, but Lady Viviane was of the old folk of Avalon. Take this for a kindness to my champion.
It is Pentecost day, sweetheart, he said, and all of our kinfolk and friends will be here. She sat listening, feeling her whole body quiver as the harp strings quivered under his touch. He had, indeed, a gift beyond Lancelet's; even, she thought, beyond her own. The giant form of Gareth crumpled slowly to the floor.
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