I would have remained there, spending the rest of my life in prayers that I might see again that Mystery that was hidden from my eyes. You shall go forth to Camelot, Nimue. You are certainly mad, my lady. She was here, and alone, at the mercy of a man who would probably use her as a hostage to exact some kind of concession from Arthur.
How many people, she wondered, saw such a childhood dream come true? Lancelet said gravely, I should be honored, cousin, and Gareth's face lighted as if a torch had been set to it. The blue tattoos there had almost faded and were no more than pale stains. And then it seemed to her that he knelt in his turn, and he said to her, Take this cup, you who have served the Goddess. And in the morning she would find her way.
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