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I wondered what Arthur thought of the dwindling magic of the human race. While he disdained the fae and any traces of them, without the mix of fae blood humans had lost the ability to do many things that once came easily to us.
Merlin placed her hand on my arm. “I know you have never been entirely enthusiastic about taking up your place with us, Morgan.”
I colored. “That’s not true. I’m grateful...”
“Grateful to have a place you will belong?” Merlin’s eyes studied me shrewdly. “For with us, in the temple–youwilltruly belong, Morgan. I know you have your doubts that it is the life you were meant for. I had my own, long ago.”
She smiled wryly and suddenly I caught a glimpse of Merlin as a young girl. Had she really once doubted she was meant to be a priestess?
“But while you are away, perhaps you might think of that future as a source of comfort.” She paused. “We want you, Morgan. The Three want you to serve them. When you return from this journey your brother is sending you on, I hope that you will look forward to the rest and solace the temple can bring.”
“I hope so, too,” I echoed, not wishing to disagree.
She smiled slightly. “Good. Those who have suffered are especially welcome there, you know. My thoughts go with you, Morgan, and my prayers.”
I stared back at her, uncertain of what she was implying.
“Thank you,” I said finally.
After we parted, I went back to my room and spent the afternoon packing for the journey, then went down to the Great Hall at Arthur’s request to introduce myself to some of our guests from Lyonesse.
Before I knew it, the time had arrived to get ready for the ball.
CHAPTER 13
Istood doubtfullybefore the oval full-length mirror in my room, craning my neck to see the back of my dress.
Even I had to admit the gown was lovely. The castle seamstresses and tailors had outdone themselves.
A deep, midnight blue, the gown glittered softly in the flickering firelight. The dress was sleeveless, with a high, round neckline that emphasized my collar bones, but hid the marks just below them. The back of the dress was cut low, revealing a swathe of smooth bare skin. The bodice was form-fitting, hugging my curves, while the skirt fell elegantly to the floor in a cascade of shimmering blue fabric.
Silver beads were arranged over the skirt in a pattern that resembled the branches of a tree, with delicate leaves, vines, and flowers twisting their way down to my feet. The fabric was light and airy, and when I moved, the beads caught the light, creating a dazzling sparkling effect.
On my feet, I wore a pair of matching blue silk slippers with delicate straps that wound up my ankles. A maidservant had arranged my hair in a sleek, braided updo with a few loose tendrils framing my face.
I was even wearing jewelry. I had a fairly large collection that had belonged to my mother, but it usually sat untouched and unworn in a box in my room. Tonight I had chosen a set of silver bangles for my wrists, etched with swirling flower designs.
