Do not waste the time I have left in mourning. “Truly, daughter, if you had not been here, I do not think I would have lived so long. But even the Cauldron cannot mend a heart which is outworn!”Īrgantel shook her head. “Do you understand so little? The Hallows can set aright only that which counters the way of nature.
Its power was of another kind.Įbrdila drew herself up. “You know all the secrets of healing here! Cannot the power of the Cauldron make her whole?” She did not speak of the Sword. “Cannot you do something?” Igierne asked Ebrdila. But she seemed honestly grief-stricken now.Īrgantel’s features twisted in a grimace that was trying to be a smile.
“You are tiring her.” Igierne remembered her mother telling her that the older woman had wanted to be High Priestess once. The Saxons are pagans, therefore no loyal Briton can honor our ancient gods!” “The bishops preach against the old festivals, or change their meaning, and call woman the root of evil. “Not in the South,” Igierne said bitterly. ” she paused, fighting for breath, “the Goddess still lives. Remember, whatever happens in the outer world, so long as the Lady of the Lake. Was that a curse, wondered Igierne, or a promise? Morgause’s dark eyes grew round, then she bent and kissed the old woman’s papery cheek.Īrgantel smiled.
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