He has no will to leave me. Morgaine saw Nimue-or was it she herself?-cover Galahad's face with a white veil. And then . There was none of the pleasure she had heard spoken of, but there was something greater than pleasure-a vast triumph.
Come what might, she could not imagine herself facing Arthur, telling him how Meleagrant had treated her . And at summer's end he died peacefully and was buried at Camelot, and even the bishop mourned him as a wise and learned man. Galahad would be knighted, and he knelt now beside Arthur and Gwenhwyfar, pale and serious and shining with excitement. How, when she could see neither sun nor moon, could the tides of moon and sun beat in her so fiercely? You have a dagger about you, he said, you must put it from you, I cannot bear it near.
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