Love is the only prayer I know. Morgaine heard the cry out of sleep, and yet, when she tiptoed to the door of the room where Raven slept, alone and in silence as ever, the women who attended her slept; they had not heard that cry. No one, now, thinks of Avalon, and Arthur's wrists are so faded no one sees or would criticize if they did. And then there was no sound but the anguished lamenting of Kevin's harp and Lancelet weeping at her side as they bore Viviane forth to rest.
I cannot see that this confinement does you any good, lady, he said. Morgause chuckled. He was an initiate; he should have been better prepared, perhaps, for this testing. Now that you are here again, my lord, and can see to all things yourself, I beg you to send me forth from this court on some quest.
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