Her eyes blurred-she had laid her hand on a weeping skull, and it seemed her own hand was the thin, winter-blighted hand of the Death-crone. It's only right you should weep for your foster-mother, you would be heartless if you did not- and he broke down and sobbed, kneeling at her side, his face buried in her lap. It was all her doing that Arthur betrayed Avalon and set aside the dragon banner. There let him lie, and tomorrow he shall be buried as befits my son and heir.
Silence, while Viviane watched the girl's bent head. Avalon; and he spoke of my mother, too, as if she lived and was a little girl in the House of Maidens. Marcus wants only for that, I think, before he declares that Cornwall belongs to him who keeps it, not to He said, Come here, Gwen, and drew her down on his knee.
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