Nor had they cared to understand; to them it only proved that their God was greater than other Gods. would be free of that detested task; she did twice her share of the household weaving in its stead. as Someone, tall and shining, a sunlit glory about his face and in his hands the shining Harp and Bow. Then she remembered again what Lancelet had told her, and thought, I am no better than he.
Three days later I got leave from Arthur to depart from his court and ride to Avalon; I said only that I was homesick for the Isle and for Viviane, my foster-mother. Now the priest was talking of the last days of the world, how God would pour out his gifts of vision But he only said, A kingly gift truly, Aunt. and he touched the strings and sang softly: For lo, all the days of man are as a leaf that is fallen and as the grass that withereth.
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