Is that what Elaine told you? Morgaine asked, and again there was the flash of malice in her eyes. Why, you might be dungeoned here! You would be better in Camelot, or in Avalon, or on the isle at Ynis Witrin-you went to s He straightened himself, smoothing his hair into place-he hated to be mussed. she felt bands of crimson rising in quick successive waves over her face.
Not you! Raven had never set foot off Avalon, not in fifty years . Even Uther had not so pledged himself to the folk of Avalon! And he had betrayed that pledge? She whispered, Did it not then seem reasonable that this same Joseph had brought hither the cup of the sacrifice? Surely, whatever passed, it was holy . Somewhere, a harp was playing.
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