Rio is deep in the mists... Unfortunately not as poetically as Avalon but due to the heavy rains of the other day, chaos is installed.
|That's how we move along the city last Tuesday...|
|kiss, kiss, kiss!!!|
Marion ZimMer Bradley's series seemed to be the right pick for today's post because it shows several crisis and several come backs, strength and love. And Lancelot...
He was Alias' Vaughn...
|why so much handsomeness?......|
Book 1 - MISTRESS OF MAGIC
"Gorlois grunted assent.
"Your lady wife, Gorlois?"
Reluctantly, churlishly, Gorlois said, "Igraine, my dear, this is our war duke: Uther, whom the Tribes call Pendragon, from his banner."
She dropped him a curtsey, blinking with astonishment. Uther Pendragon, this ungainly man, fair as a Saxon? Was this the courtier
intended to succeed Ambrosius-this bumbling man who blundered in to disturb holy mass? Uther was staring-not, Igraine realized, at her face, but at something lower down, and Igraine, wondering if she had spilled communion wine on her gown, saw that he was staring at the moonstone on the breast of her mantle. She wondered sharply if he had never seen one before.
Gorlois, too, had noted the direction of his gaze. He said, "I would
like to present my lady to the King; a good day to you, my lord
Duke," and left without waiting for Uther's farewell. When they were out of earshot he said, "I like not the way he looks at you, Igraine. He is no man for a decent woman to know. Avoid him."
Igraine said, "He was not looking at me, my husband, but at the jewel I wore. Is he greedy for riches?"
"He is greedy for all things," Uther said shortly. Walking so swiftly
that Igraine's thin shoes stumbled on the stone street, they had
overtaken the royal party.
Ambrosius, surrounded by his priests and councillors, looked like any other elderly sick man who had gone fasting to mass and was ready for his breakfast and a place to sit down. He walked with one hand held to his side, as if it hurt him. But he smiled at Gorlois with real friendliness, and Igraine knew why the whole of Britain had made up their quarrels to serve under this man and fight away the Saxons from their shores.
"Why, Gorlois, are you back so swiftly from Cornwall? I had little
hope of seeing you here before the Council, or again in this world," he said. His voice was thin, breathy, but he held out his arms to Gorlois, who embraced the old man carefully, then blurted out, "You are ill, my lord, you should have kept your bed!""
Oh, how I miss these people...
Not the hair, though...
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