In the Goddess-brought summer, the chamber is warm and fragrant. A shaft of sunlight stretches across the bed. When Arthur leads Guinevere to it, the light turns her hair and skin to liquid gold, illuminates his greying-brown head. For part of an afternoon, the man and the woman rise above their doom.
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"My love," he says at last, when the sun has sunk lower. "Is all well?"
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Date: 2007-02-12 11:42 pm (UTC)***
"My love," he says at last, when the sun has sunk lower. "Is all well?"