And Morgaine knew that the other woman was weeping in the darkness. She rose and peered at the wound. But after a time she slept, despite the pouring rain that leaked through the tent, and was wakened by the sound of riders and a call: Griflet's voice, harsh and rough. She would simply have to cry until she found her own comfort or learned to live without it, as all the maidens in the House had had to learn to do.
she was so afraid, so afraid that he would hurt her again . Gwenhwyfar sighed with utter relief. I longed to look on your face, little one. Yes, he would always have an eye for the most beautiful woman in the room, and Morgaine could tell Gwenhwyfar liked it not; Gwenhwyfar said now
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