and labor, then would it bind him to her, just as if it were a lock of his own hair or a drop of his blood. but there is a deeper magic which comes from guarding the power, damming up the stream. Leave it here in Avalon. Then, as if they entered together into a great silence, she held Raven against her, touching her, caressing her, their bodies clinging together in something like frenzy.
Now I remember only that she was beautiful and kind, and I am glad to know I resemble her still. God grant you see it always so. After a moment, hesitant-he had never spoken of this, not since that other dreadful Pentecost-he said, I have heard that-the other lad, Morgaine's son-is in Avalon. I love you well, Morgaine.
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