grave, Morgaine thought, the fair and the dark, the white and the crimson-and then another comparison occu I could no longer make pretense to be her loyal kinswoman and friend, and that saddened me somewhat, because there had been a time when we had truly been friends, and it was not I who had changed. Then, turning to Arthur, she said loudly, My lord and brother! May I ask a favor of you? My sister and the wife of my loyal subject king Uriens may ask what she will, said Arthur genially. t; never before had he spoken to her, nor to any other as far as she knew, of his mother or of his years at Avalon.
Why, this is treason, said Arthur thickly. And that seemed so sad to her that she wanted to weep again. ucius sounds to me like a madman! Mad or sane, he has an army and claims it in the name of Rome, Morgaine said. But will you come and sit beside me at the feast this day? She hesitated, smiling.
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