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Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Preface
  3. Title page
  4. Dedication page
  5. MAPS
  6. Prologue: THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS
  7. Book I: THE DOVE
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. Book II: THE FALCON
  21. CHAPTER ONE
  22. CHAPTER TWO
  23. CHAPTER THREE
  24. CHAPTER FOUR
  25. CHAPTER FIVE
  26. CHAPTER SIX
  27. CHAPTER SEVEN
  28. CHAPTER EIGHT
  29. CHAPTER NINE
  30. CHAPTER TEN
  31. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWELVE
  33. Book III: THE WOLF
  34. CHAPTER ONE
  35. CHAPTER TWO
  36. CHAPTER THREE
  37. CHAPTER FOUR
  38. CHAPTER FIVE
  39. CHAPTER SIX
  40. CHAPTER SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER NINE
  43. CHAPTER TEN
  44. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  45. CHAPTER TWELVE
  46. Book IV: THE RED DRAGON
  47. CHAPTER ONE
  48. CHAPTER TWO
  49. CHAPTER THREE
  50. CHAPTER FOUR
  51. CHAPTER FIVE
  52. CHAPTER SIX
  53. CHAPTER SEVEN
  54. CHAPTER EIGHT
  55. CHAPTER NINE
  56. CHAPTER TEN
  57. Book V: THE COMING OF THE BEAR
  58. CHAPTER ONE
  59. CHAPTER TWO
  60. CHAPTER THREE
  61. CHAPTER FOUR
  62. CHAPTER FIVE
  63. CHAPTER SIX
  64. CHAPTER SEVEN
  65. CHAPTER EIGHT
  66. CHAPTER NINE
  67. CHAPTER TEN
  68. The Legend of Merlin
  69. Author’s Notes
  70. Acknowledgements
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Mary Stewart

If I had been asked then what she looked like I could not have said. Cadal had told me she was fair, and I had seen the hunger in the King’s face, so I knew she was desirable; but as I stood in the airy scented room looking at the woman who lay with closed eyes against the grey silk pillows, it was no woman that I saw. Nor did I see the room or the people in it. I saw only the flashing and beating of the light as in a globed crystal.

I spoke without taking my eyes from the woman in the bed. “One of her women stay here. The rest go. You too, please, my lord.” He went without demur, herding the women in front of him like a flock of sheep. The woman who had greeted me remained by her mistress’s bed. As the door shut behind the last of them, the woman in the bed opened her eyes. For a few moments of silence we met each other eye to eye. Then I said: “What do you want of me, Ygraine?”

She answered crisply, with no pretence: “I have sent for you, Prince, because I want your help.”

I nodded. “In the matter of the King.”

She said straightly: “So you know already? When my husband brought you here, did you guess I was not ill?”

“I guessed.”

“Then you can also guess what I want from you?”

“Not quite. Tell me, could you not somehow have spoken with the King himself before now? It might have saved him something. And your husband as well.”

Her eyes widened. “How could I talk to the King? You came through the courtyard?”

“Yes.”

“Then you saw my husband’s troops and men-at-arms. What do you suppose would have happened had I talked to Uther? I could not answer him openly, and if I had met him in secret—even if I could—half London would have known it within the hour. Of course I could not speak to him or send him a message. The only protection was silence.”

I said slowly: “If the message was simply that you were a true and faithful wife and that he must turn his eyes elsewhere, then the message could have been given to him at any time and by any messenger.”

She smiled. Then she bent her head.

I took in my breath. “Ah. That’s what I wished to know. You are honest, Ygraine.”