When she judged the time was ripe, she drew a long breath, steeling herself for what she knew she must do now. Come, come, said Morgause, her lips crinkling up in a smile, and amused at the obvious devotion in the harper's voice. Gorlois had no son, and since Uther gave Tintagel to Igraine for bride-gift, I suppose now it belongs to me. blessed be the gate of Life .
If that is agreeable to you, Uwaine, let it be so. I gave up my maidenhood to the King Stag . But the little hall with the hangings she had ordered from Gaul and the trestle tables and benches-that was where Gwenhwyfar felt most a queen. out the Sight or the vision, for once she broke through the mists and stood upon the shores of Avalon.
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