And so I took yours. He went on kissing her gently, his hands moving to stroke and soothe her, but she did not want to be soothed now, her body was crying out for completion, it was starvation, agony. If, she thought, it is still there, if there is anything there at all. His nose had been broken by Lancelet's blow; his mouth was streaming blood, and he spoke thickly through a broken tooth.
Morgaine still felt a deadly fear-not for herself, but for Raven. Rest here, Father, you must be strong, he said. He told me more about lighthouses than even Lot knew, I think. And still she had Gwydion, her beloved, the one who would one day be King, and she at his side.
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