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[morvydd]

Somewhere in the gardens there are traces on the ground, marks in the turf, bits of ash, where Morgan laid the spells to bind her nephew. The grass is singed a little from the backlash, when the rite was interrupted by the force of Morgause's rage and Clarissant's silent, terrifying power

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[littlebetter]

"Why are you crying?" abruptly, without preamble, and in Latin.

[morvydd]

And that, that is possibly the best thing that could happen right now. Her head comes up at once. She's pale, she looks as though she's hardly eaten and slept even less, but her eyes are bright. "Thou!" she says, in the same language, and reaches out her hands. "O thou most thankless--"

[littlebetter]

"Don't touch me." He takes a step back. In him there's wildness, the sort of wildness of a creature that was once tamed and let back into the wilderness and left to fend.

[morvydd]

Morvydd smears at her eyes with the back of one hand, and draws in a sobbing breath. "The worry I have had on thy account--!"