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If Arthur will admit me among his Companions for what I am, that will be well, and if not, that too will be well. Blessed be the feet that have brought you to this place. camp; if he were lying here beside her, she would not have that terrifying sense of the world somehow insanely out of joint . Even the music sounded faraway and distant- Gawaine had taken up the harp and was singing some tale h

She recognized many faces, but some, she knew, would never return: Perceval, and Bors, and Lamorak-she turned a gentler face on Morgause, who, she knew, sincerely mourned for Lamorak. Ahead of them the masked dancers shook their phallic wands and capered, and the Spring Maiden, her long hair buffeted and tangled by the breez But Gawaine had not left Arthur's side . She reached out surreptitiously and touched the wall, feeling it firm and solid, and stepped through the gate with relief.