At least, now there are no Midsummer fires lighted, not even on Dragon Island, or, so far as I know, anywhere within three days' ride of Camelot -except on Avalon itself. Then he said, At this season-it is warm and fair and there is little rain. and Gwenhwyfar felt a stab of self-righteous disapproval. Morgaine would know that, said Morgause dryly, but I would not suggest you ask her.
The barm must have got cold, and it has soured. The grass was thick and soft and sometimes the women sat there on a bright afternoon. The roads were ankle-deep mud, the fords swollen as rivers rushed down in spate from the mountains, and damp chill gripped the countryside. I would this were over, and we all safe at Camelot.
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