There has been nothing like it since the days of the Caesars. Morgaine recalled words which had cut her to the heart-again, a lifetime ago!-7 would that you were not so much like my mother 11Igraine was buried at midday, after a solemn service of mourning; Gwenhwyfar stood beside the grave, tears sliding down her face as the shrouded body was lowered into the open earth. At last she said, If he lives, he will be a good king, but I think he will be a Christian king.
I see them moving about their fires, the little folk-from Avalon, and from your country, King Uriens. Gwenhwyfar would not travel thither for the burying, Morgaine said. and she stopped, feeling her skin prickle all the way up her spine, as when the Sight came upon her. round hard beneath her thin body, her cloak and blankets all damp, her body aching from the unaccustomed riding.
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