It seemed, as she looked on the mists rising like magical smoke from the marshes, that the world had vanished and even the rising sun was unfamiliar. No, she must not become so deeply entangled in this spell. But Morgaine had not been at court now for almost two years, and it might be that she would never return. Then she saw him sleeping, ragged and naked, on straw somewhere, and the walls of a prison or dungeon rose about him .
Nimue was so sleepy that she swayed in her saddle and at last Morgaine lifted the little girl from her pony and held her in front of her on the saddle. So that is the same young rascal! But he has far outstripped the other boys, he should practice at arms with the men and knights. Did they not teach you that in Avalon? Aye, Gwydion said softly. Gwydion spoke truth: the Mother ever renews herself, Mother and Crone and again the Maiden, even as the moon who hides herself in the dark sky.
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