She is in your own mother's place in Avalon, Lancelet. her hair, all white, was braided high on her head; at her side hung the little sickle-shaped knife, She was growing daily more shortsighted; at first, though there was still plenty of light, she saw only stripes of color from the ladies' gowns and the brilliant indoor robes worn by the men. Why, then, it is a kind of initiation into the Mysteries that he would give them.
Morgause laughed. Say that not aloud! I have no reason to fear Galahad, he said quietly. In the silence, Morgaine heard the chanting of monks. And then he addressed her by a name never spoken except by priest to priestess in ritual, and Morgaine felt her heart beating so hard she was dizzy.
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