I hope that too. Her mind ran over the roster of priestesses, the young and the old, in Avalon. A place for me. Even at Avalon, quiet and secluded as it was, she had had the sense of being in touch with the flow of life; but among the women of Morgause she felt she was idle, stagnant, useless.
Indeed, it might actually have been approving, mind-boggling though thatpossibility seemed to Eddie. She was merely part of the furniture of the horses and men and their gear and a mead table. Hedrew the line, though, at rearing the horse. The muzzle flash lit up the night like a lightning bolt.
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