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As she crossed the door sill with her leather bag of cold meat and a thick stick clenched in her hand-some shep Galahad said defensively, I was not-I did not- No, said Gwydion, kindly, you did not say anything, but it is all too obvious what you are thinking, and what everyone in this room must be thinking. I cannot see the face of my king,And all countries are alike to meWhen I cannot see the fair fields and meadows of my home. 13When Morgaine left Arthur's court at Caerleon, asking leave only to pay a visit to Avalon and her foster-

our king! He glared at her, then turned to his father, who stood as if dazed, clutching at some piece of furniture. we must look before sunrise into the mirror! I put not much faith in such things, either, said Niniane quietly. Oh, she had known it for years, yes, but then Galahad had been only a fair-haired little boy growing up somewhere in King Pellinore's lands. I-I wish I might return-it is because I long so much for it that I dare not go thither, she said.