should be mine, but before I was old enough to wear it I was priestess in Avalon and had no need of jewels. Morgause laughed. Excalibur hung in its scabbard at Arthur's side-the same old red velvet scabbard he had worn for more than twenty years now. Now that she saw her son grown, she bowed before the inevitability of Viviane's Sight.
I drew it myself, said Gwenhwyfar, surprising Morgaine; she had never believed Gwenhwyfar had talents of this sort. She felt suddenly that he had taken a deeper wound than she could know, in his very soul, and for a moment wondered, had Morgaine been right to spare him this knowledge? No. Certainly. She would not offend him when he had come to give them pleasure, but she looked away; let Elaine chatter with him if she would.
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