Morgaine wished-and not for the first time-that she had been only one of the priestesses, not one of the great royal line of Avalon. Alone she could have ridden to Avalon in a single day, but the short legs of Nimue's little pony could not make that distance, so they slept that night in a clearing. Surely there must be some better way . Yes, it is true, though I did not know it until I spoke .
And then, because she thought this conversation had gone far for a child so young, she said, Look at that butterfly! I have not seen one that c do your will; why, then, have you taken from me the one who should serve you when I am no longer here? Niniane, her ha She looked older than our mother looked when she died . I do not understand you.
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