Morgana’s Rebellion

Tendentious Morgana mustered her train;tore through the city with woe in her wake;rode hard from Logres on the open plaintill the trees grew close like twisted wraiths.Few followed her there, to the demon wood;most fell away, save those that couldward off the darkness with an answering look;the grim-faced, the hard-willed, Broceliande took. Ravens wheeled and [...]