True, she said, and for a moment anger stifled her. He turned away, his jaw white and set, and looked so angry that Gwenhwyfar wanted to call him back and agree to all he said; but she told herself firmly not to be so cowardly. Though he would be like Agravaine, never very tall-one of the Old People, a throwback. and now they acknowledged me as their priestess and their queen.
But why have you put on your holiday tunic this morning? Did I put on my holiday tunic? he asked, his small dark face innocent. Well, Aunt, I cannot say you are unchanged by time, but the years have treated you kindly indeed. He reached out one of his gnarled hands and took hers; she thought she had never heard him speak so gently. My lady will fetch my clothes for me.
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