The Gods are kind when they say that no man may know his own end. Gwenhwyfar waved permission, glad for once of her near sight that meant she need not clearly see the misshapen body. With that great body of horse, it is better. There are rumors .
Arthur was riding in pursuit, Excalibur naked in his hand . In that moment of horrified lull, while Gwydion knelt, sobbing, over Gareth's body, Gwenhwyfar felt Avalon, cold in the sky, I knew that somewhere Arthur and Gwydion would meet, this day, for the last time. Stop grumbling, Arthur, or I shall try to see to it that you nurse your wound in manly fashion as befit
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