As slowly he turned from her and stepped into the magical barge, Morgaine watched the droop of his shoulders and saw the glint of the setting sun on his hair. He beckoned one of the pages. The room faded away around me; no longer could I smell the smoke from the fireplace, the chill breath of rain beyond the window, I was no longer conscious of my own body, ill and dizzy where I sat. She kissed her father, saying with tender apology, Forgive me, sir, I thought, too, that your dragon was all fancy- Would to God it had been, Pellinore said, crossing himself yet again.
Run! she screamed. Always, Galahad, Gwenhwyfar said, and Arthur added, We will see you to the church. I have made this for you, it is medicinal and will soothe your hurts. Gwenhwyfar looked quickly at Lancelet; there was a smile on his face, and it seemed for a moment that h
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