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And as they went Morgaine could see, like a shadow at the corner of her eyes, the tall silent form of Raven, veiled, and Nimue like a pale shadow, all blossom and pale flowers like the morning. Want it, or want it not, it is yours, Morgaine thought, but she did not put the thought into words; she was not a healer, to probe old wounds and make them bleed. Nimue, who knew all this perfectly well, was still not completely false. But on the very edge of sleep it seemed to her that she looked into the clear and moonlit waters of a pool, and instead of her own face, Morgaine

And at last she felt she could sleep, her head resting in the curve of his shoulder. From time to time I would see you, a little, in the pool-but I am old, I can use the Sight but seldom. listen to the thunder, and the rain-a storm is coming, a storm to break over Avalon and sweep it away in the flood . th, It is true I wish the woman at the bottom of the sea, or behind the walls of the safest convent in Cornwall.