The giant form of Gareth crumpled slowly to the floor. She was shaking so terribly that Morgaine feared she would fall; and now she whispered, her ruined voice only a distant hiss and scratching like wind against dead branches, I too must go . His son was dead, and his wife, and the old closeness with Arthur was gone beyond recall. Several of the little dark men scrambled out and took the horses' heads, bowing low to Morgaine, saying, I will lead them by the other path, lady, and vanishing into the rain.
He murmured something that she could not hear, but she did not ask what he had said, she was beyond listening to words. and then it was only Kevin's sweet, musical, half-mocking voice that said, I cannot hold you, Morgaine, as well you know, and he placed me gently into my chair. She said in a low voice, Arthur, Uriens is a valuable ally. but I do not know whether that was real or a dream.
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