One after another they were rising, pledging to spend a year and a day searching, and she thought, All of the Round Table now is scattering to the four winds. Niniane was studying her curiously; what had she heard, Morgaine wondered, in all these years? But then she looked away and stooped to look at the little girl. But Accolon would not fail her. She contrived to brush against him as she leaned forward to take the harp.
I wish that when Niniane lay in my arms she were no more than my own dear love, whom I love because she has your sweet face and your lovely voice. I cannot live like this-would you have it that I should be gone from this court? Never, never have I- he stopped again and then, holding her hands between his, he said, I cannot live without you. Your grandmother, your father's mother, is buried there. Combs and veils and shifts I will give you gladly, and shoes as well-those look as if you had walked in them from here to Lot
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