She said quietly, And you concealed it for pride and love of power, did you not? Now it has mastered you, and you must master it in turn. About her brow was a crown of wicker-withes like to the crown of the queen of the fairy country. I would have wronged you, cousin, to take you like that. Nimue finished her bread and honey and wiped her hands tidily on a clump of grass.
I heard not that she had a new consort, said Niniane. folk who dwell here should no longer give her her due? It was the sort of remark that might have been made, priestess to priest, in Avalon. She felt cramped from the hard floor, and as she looked around the mud-daubed walls she felt a surge of horror. Men, bring the wine round, and the ale, and we will have our first round of drinking shame and confusion to that stinking louse who tried to spoil our feast.
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