As if she had fallen into a dream, Morgaine followed. I know, she said, but here we do not use the name the Saxons gave your father, and he has the same name as your brother, you see. It is good that you do not despise him for his body's infirmity, dear child. Gareth! What do you here? she asked, sorrowfully.
She reached out and plucked the crimson leaf from his hair, holding it out to him. In that silence she saw the walls of a pavilion, and Arthur sleeping with Excalibur naked in his hand. In the surface of the pool it seemed only that wind came and ruffled the surface, as always. Take this for a kindness to my champion.
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