Gareth wore a white tunic; his hair was like a golden halo curling around his face. Elaine made an impatient movement. That one -he flicked a contemptuous gesture at Gwydion- would cut his throat-and leave you to be accused of murder! Be still, said Gwydion, and the light went out. Morgaine felt herself choking with unshed tears.
Arthur can give you a child, you need not go to the Beltane fire, or seek one elsewhere. The world seemed very small and far away, her brazier but a child's toy, each bubble that rose in the wine large enough that she could have floated away inside it . His hands on her were tender, frustrating, toying with pleasure as he denied her the rite of power . For Uriens, any woman could be queen, he wants only a smiling face and kind hands to cosset him.
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