Gwydion wore a strangely colored cloak, coarse and with a clasp of bone such as she had never seen, and when she would have wrapped him in her arms, he shrank away, wincing. She thought, with a moment of bitter regret, had she stayed in Avalon, by now, she would be consulted in all the great affairs of her time. And there is nowhere in this world that I can challenge him where he goes not so guarded. I cannot bear it, I cannot .
And then a memory from Avalon surfaced in her mind, something she had not thought of for a decade; on Arthur held out his hand and tried to speak, but the fever had caught them all and they were crying out, pledging themselves, all talking at once. AS THE WHOLE PARTY MOVED toward the church, Gwydion dropped back until he was walking at Morgaine's side. Well, if you wish for music, Arthur, Taliesin will come and play for you, I suppose; though he grows old and his voice is nothing for singing, his hands still have great skill at harping.
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