And then despair washed over her again as she looked at the waiting boats. It would do him little good to forbid them, said Morgaine. She let Uwaine wrench away the little knife, noticing, as if from a thousand leagues away, that there was blood on her fingers where the razor edge of the sickle had cut her as they struggled. time of high feasting and to greet all his old Companions; on Pentecost, too, he would welcome all petitioners and give out justice.
No-! I will arrange it so that you need never meet him, he said, not looking at her, but royal blood is royal blood and something must be done for him. There was a strange silence in the hall. And then she shuddered suddenly as if with cold, for a picture had come into her mind, and it seemed to her as if there was the clash of swords and her son bleeding from a great wound . Morgaine asked him, What of the quest? What indeed? I have heard a little, he said, here and there, here and there, as I rode in the land.
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