Gwenhwyfar let one of the butlers lay some slices of roast duck on her plate, but she only played with her food. Not too much haste, kinswoman, we must give Lancelet time to be well away. Arthur and Gwenhwyfar had arrived and were slowly making their way to the head of the line-Arthur resplendently clad in white robes, Gwenhwyfar beside him, exquisite in white silk and jewels. I am not the Goddess.
The girl listened with attentive courtesy when she spoke, flattered her subtly, was ever quick to wait upon her hand and foot. Her own waiting-woman, Ruach, was old and deaf, and in the winter past Morgaine had cursed her for her deafness and stupidity, but now that would serve her . She spread her cloak on the grass, like a magic circle under the sky; held out her arms and whispered, Come. neither of them spoke a word, then, nor in the time that followed.
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