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I cannot bear to say farewell to you here, Gwenhwyfar-ah, my lady, my love, must it be this way? It mu An iron grip caught her wrist, wrenching at the dagger. ? She has gone to whatever awaits her beyond death, and, knowing her, I know that it can only be good that awaits her. and he put the harp gently aside and caught me, half-fainting, in his arms.

Morgaine nodded, knowing that Viviane's ritual knife would never again while she lived leave her side; she was co And in his hand he held the hilt of Excalibur. He lowered his head, trying not to sob aloud. and now Niniane has done what Morgaine wished.