Gwenhwyfar heard her own voice cracking with hysteria. Then, surely, she would die of shame. He played a little dancing tune, then set it aside, saying, I have small skill for this-my fingers are not quick enough. Then, as if they entered together into a great silence, she held Raven against her, touching her, caressing her, their bodies clinging together in something like frenzy.
Now what would become of her son? Why did she leave Gwydion in the hands of Morgause? Morgaine thought, I am an unnatural mother; I should have sent for my son. She choked at last and began to cry again. Her hair is all grey now. hat is her doing too, she who is not only the Green Lady of the fruitful earth, but also the Dark Lady of the seed
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