15/05/2026 11:58

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I would to God I had fallen in battle before ever I saw this day. She scanned herself in her old bronze mirror, sponged away the marks of her tears, then surveyed herself again. In my dream, I think he played on a pipe-like Gawaine's. She never knew what woke her.

But then he clapped his foster-brother on the shoulder. You do know, I suppose, that to the priests and bishops, your very existence is sign of something unholy. Every night now, she knew, the northern lights burned in the sky, in portent of the great battle that was to come; She herself could not give Avalon a daughter, but as Viviane had done, she would bring her a fosterling.