She bent and embraced the girl, holding her tight. Only the high flush in his cheekbones told Gwenhwyfar that he was angry. Go and put on your fine tunic, brother. I have never fallen yet, Gwydion said, and if I did, it is I who would suffer for it.
Again Morgaine felt the surge of violent anger. It will turn his mind to Gwenhwyfar and arouse him with that memory- The younger woman wrinkled her nose in distaste. He smiled lovingly at her. I think that she had come in disguise for another look, perhaps, at that place where once she had held high state, and perhaps for another glimpse of her son .
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