but he was on his feet, charging, a knife flashing in the sunlight through the trees, and the King Stag came crashing down and the sound of his bellowing filled the forest with cries of despair. She who sits there now is- He broke off, troubled. Tell her I pray God to keep her and care for her, and send my love to our children. Morgaine buried her face in her ragged cloak to smother a giggle.
I had loosed this monster upon the world, and I had acquiesced in that move which should send him to throw down the King Stag. I have not seen Morgaine since Arthur's wedding. Arthur said in a low voice to one of his stewards, Find out who that was! and the man slipped away, but Morgause was sure that in such a crowd, the voice would never be recognized. Royal blood is royal blood, and yours is royal, from the Pendragon and from Avalon.
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