Morgaine shivered as he limped away without looking back, supported on the arms of his captors. She whispered, So at last you found your Grail. But the face that looked out at her was not Morgaine's face-it was still, dispassionate as the Goddess herself, crowned with bare wicker-withes . She whispered his name, begging now, almost afraid.
I doubt it not, Morgaine thought disdainfully, but she only thanked the man in the rough country dialect s He pointed to the improvised map on the stones. ar, but it was misshapen, a twisted wrist, and she saw the serpent coiling around it, tattooed there in blue . On one hand she could see the darkened, thickened patch of an ancient scar .
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