that her faults might be healed, that she might return to that place from which her own pride and self-will had thrust her. She thought that the walls would stifle her and the mumbling of the priests and the smoke of the incense would drive her mad; better to stay out here in the clean rain. A priestess must keep her strength and will. Sit and rest, and you shall see my wife after the evening meal-sometimes she sleeps a little at this time of day.
She must have been a very holy woman, said another of the girls, for Arthur, they say, was the best and the most Christian of all kings. She touched Morgaine's sleeve with her trembling hand. Gwenhwyfar looked weary and somehow older; she held Lancelet by the hand as he bade them farewell, and he kissed her lips. Morgaine sat quietly in her place, cushioning her aching head in her hand.
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