In later years I heard the tale told of how I took the scabbard by sorcery, and how Arthur rode after me with a hundred knights, an Niniane seemed so young! She had fair reddish-gold hair and blue eyes beneath silky long lashes. The strength of Arthur and the priests and of the traitor Kevin had been stronger than the magic of Avalon, and there was no one left. Gwenhwyfar was trembling at her side.
Morgaine was glad, though she knew that she would even have used the oath of a Companion against Arthur now. I would that the Goddess had stricken me with leprosy before ever I gave it to Gwenhwyfar! But you do not know all, he whispered. ride her till six weeks before she drops the foal! I am not a mare, said Gwenhwyfar coldly, and twice I have miscarried. It is true that there seems more and more of the old worship every year-I had thought that as the old folk died off, year by year, it would grow ever less.
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