With that trick he had of catching up her thoughts, he murmured, We have found ourselves a corner of Avalon this night- and drew her down beside him. It seemed that Viviane read her thoughts, for she said, Nay, Morgaine, but a time might come when some secret knowledge might give me a weapon to force Arthur to his sworn duty. Ah, you loved her too, he said. Gwydion grabbed her other wrist and pulled her toward him, then struck her full force across the temple, and she fell to the ground without a cry.
She looked older than our mother looked when she died . Kiss me in farewell, too, Lady, she said, with that ghastly smile again, and Viviane pressed her lips to the skull-like brow. Child, child, that need concern you not. This was not her son; Uwaine, perhaps, was her son, but not Gwydion.
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