Gwydion's was of blue-dyed cloth, embroidered with crimson stitchery. When they had fought year after year to bring peace to the land, he had spoken as if he wished for nothing more than leisure to sit at home in Camelot and enjoy his castle. When he had gone from her, Morgaine sat thinking of the night to come. I did not even know whom they had chosen as Lady of the Lake in her place, for I could not return to Avalon.
She said, hardly above a whisper, Tell me, Niniane, do you see that day when Morgaine shall return to Avalon? Again the empty silence. That was courteously done, Lance. She will be a priestess, trained in all the wisdom of Avalon, said Morgaine. No, Gareth -she heard the voice of Lancelet, soft in the curdled silence in the room- you know why it is that I will not return to court.