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ists, and that if one set out there, either Druid or priestess, and not knowing the way, one would come only to the priests' Isle of Glastonbury . e sun's rim glared like hot metal behind the moon's dark eclipse disk, and the stars burned against the unfallen night. Beyond that garden wall lies Tintagel, like a prison . d gown, which lent color to her dark skin and became her well; they besought her to sing, but she would not

NIGHT WAS falling, and a thick drizzling rain was blurring the road. Morgaine knew her voice was sharp, and fell silent. She snatched the sickle knife of Avalon from her girdle and thrust away Uwaine's restraining arms. She looked at Kevin, but he did not meet her eyes, and at last, shivering so hard she could hardly walk, she let two of the priestesses lead her away.