He lay clasping her hand in his. I have killed her too. May I not speak with him? Gwenhwyfar smiled indulgently. n, her mind was in turmoil:I am afraid; I can come to be the Merlin's slave and victim as I would have him mine .
She felt sick and queasy. Oh, indeed? said Morgaine. and his voice faded, like the ripples in the dying pool. No- She silenced him as he would have spoken.
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