Avalloch home, dead on his horse, slain by the sow which had attacked him within moments after he had killed the boar . Oh, indeed? said Morgaine. She was very much aware of his arm enfolding her, holding her. Goddess, I know enough of lust .
Suddenly her own mind was flooded with erotic images, memory of that day on Dragon Island when Arthur, waking, had drawn her into his arms, of the night she had lain in Lancelet's arms in the field. It seems to me that he would make a better heir than Galahad . He said that Avalon was now outside the world, and that the holy things must be within the world to the service of man and the Gods, by whatever name men called them . I said that my only tunic was bedraggled and blood-soaked and he said we were of a size and he would lend me a gown.
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