She took Morgaine's torch and put it out; in the sudden darkness Morgaine could see, through the chinks in the wattle, a sudden flare of lightning in the distance. Should she conceive again, there are spells to make certain she carries not the child to birth, or past the first few weeks. Aye, Morgause, said Viviane, once before you sought to trade on that uncertainty of life, so that your son might s Welcome, sister; are you benighted? Come this way.
Morgaine I loved because she was all I had to love. The lowering sky echoed her vague dread; heavy, as if at any moment rain would fall on them. I have lived too long. She was leaning on the arm of a young man Gwenhwyfar did not for a moment recognize; Morgause was slender as ever, her hair still thick and rich, braided with gems.
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