Lady of Avalon- I am not, I said, and remembered that the last time I saw this man, I had driven him from my presence, shrieked at him, called him traitor. He's the one they called 'Handsome' because his hands were so fine and white. He shook his head. You are good to me, Morgaine, he said, and she patted his arm.
You know that I do. She reached out and plucked the crimson leaf from his hair, holding it out to him. The path grew harder underfoot and easier to follow, and the light of the torch blurred away the misty dimness. Now go, child, wait for him in the pavilion there.
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