neither of them spoke a word, then, nor in the time that followed. Igraine drew a heavy sigh and began to struggle with a cough again, and Gwenhwyfar helped her to sit upright. shall ever ask of him? Urgency, and the impossibility of voicing her inner thoughts, made her voice sharp. She would never do it, she would lose her courage at the last moment.
Yet I know not what happened in the hall this day. No, she said, and swiftly, as if she were afraid of her own daring, bent quickly down and laid the lightest of kisses against his eyes, two darting swallows that came and went. For some obscure child's reason, Gwydion had wanted a festival and had coaxed her into it. The sun was hovering, a bare hand span above the western horizon; she had sat here most of the day.
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