I’ve got to the point in The Mists of Avalon where the proud and world-weary Igraine is attending the wedding of her beloved son Arthur, High King of Britain, to the beautiful Guinevere (can’t be bothered to look up the Welsh spelling.) So what does she see, much to her consternation?
The beautiful Guinevere is singularly failing to hide the fact that she’s got the serious hots for Arthur’s best friend, and Arthur only has eyes for his half-sister, Morgaine.
Bloody hell! Poor Igraine; and she’s trying so hard to be a good Christian.
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i know somebody who always talks about this book. Welcome to that club. Not that I am in it or anything.
Maybe the same person who recommended it.
yeah...:)
Now you're being enigmatic again. You need to see a person's eyes when they utter a single word.
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