Arthur! Arthur, stand to the challenge, or do you fear me too much? No man can say that I ever ran from a challenge. God is so great and terrible I am always afraid before his altar, but here in the chapel of Mary, we who are her avowed virgins may come to her as our Mother, too. Why play the modest maiden with me? Was it Accolon or Uwaine, or both at once? She stared at him. no, but she had dreamed that.
The women were twittering and chattering as Gwenhwyfar began to sink down in a faint. I am a priestess still. She had no companion-her waiting-women were the wives of Uriens' men-at-arms and duller than Maline; not one of them could Nimue said in a small voice, Why am I being sent away, then? Morgaine still held her tight with all the strength of her arms.
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