The lady said it was time to go to rest-on the morrow one would guide her and her horse. When I was younger that statement would have had me frantic with jealousy, Gwenhwyfar-I was maddened that my sister Igraine was more beautiful than I, and had so many kings and lords at her feet. There was something about Nimue that puzzled Gwenhwyfar. Arthur was so good, and she had come to love him well; she had found safety here in Caerleon.
Now that Arthur had given over his pagan ways, Gwenhwyfar felt that she would even be happy if it were not for these dreams in which Morgaine led her into shameful things. And from it, the path leads up to the convent of the sisters, and if you are hungry, sister, they will give you something to eat there. Since by the goodwill of my friend and champion, my queen is here and safe when I return. ed and comforted, but in this place how can we contrive even to meet and speak in secret? She blinked away angry tears.
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