“In a dozen strides he was with me, had his arms around me, held me so tightly I could barely breathe, and hid his face in my hair. And I did not know until he embraced me how I had longed for his embrace! His strength and joy gave me the peace I had been seeking; he was my rock, my rest, my certainty…. “You are alive!” he breathed. “Alive! Nothing matters beside that!...When I heard—what Cathbad told me—Guinevere, the light went dark.”… He pulled me to his breast and kissed my hair.”
Book:Queen of Camelot
