No doubt you remember that as a young girl I was one of the damsels of the Lady of the Lake. She had little to weep for-hers was not a loving father. Now even Uriens, it seemed, made a mockery of it. ith the flat of his sword, which hurled him, his sword flailing wildly, halfway across the yeard; he went down and lay half-stunned.
EpilogueIN THE spring of the year after this, Morgaine had a curious dream. If a scandal is made, there must be truth in it. he said! But Balin would not take it, and they stood disputing with one another in courtesy like two heroes from the Morgaine felt her own smile thin and strained.
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