It is the Queen of Lothian, called Cormac, and Lancelet rode toward them, halting his horse before her. She thought that the walls would stifle her and the mumbling of the priests and the smoke of the incense would drive her mad; better to stay out here in the clean rain. The memory of that moment of ecstasy and revelation, when she had borne the Grail in the form of the Goddess, would remain with her un There was nothing here to harm her, even if it might be that she had strayed into the fairy country.
Would that they were! But Morgaine's face was like stone. The world had shifted subtly round them-she had believed this strange ancient land lay at the borders of Avalon, not here in the remote fastnesses of North Wales. She had gone of her own free will, and properly attended by two of Arthur's Companions. That this unchaste harlot of a sister of yours, she is such a one as would practice her whore's arts on her own brother-! Arthur swung round to her, his arm still around Morgaine.
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