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once again and Arthur stepped into the hall, his face flushed and golden hair disheveled.
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    ‚Ginny…' he began, using his pet name for Guinevere.
    But at his voice, Morgan turned and Arthur saw her face- dressed in exactly the same clothing that he had just seen his wife wearing. The wife that he thought he had just made love to. If I had doubted that before, the look on his face clarified it for me.
    ‚What the…' he stuttered, reaching out to touch the hem of her nightgown’s bell sleeve. Confusion spun across his face and then revulsion as he realized the depths of his sister’s treachery. He took an automatic step backward. I imagined that his face mirrored my own from a moment ago, the picture of absolute horror.
    ‚Morgan…' he began and then trailed off. ‚What is the meaning of this?'
    One thing about Arthur, regardless of the many times Morgan had given him pause or reason to doubt her, he always believed the best in her, as well as everyone else. He knew, along with the rest of the kingdom, that his sister had witch-like tendencies but he overlooked them out of loyalty to her. His idealistic ideas would eventually be his undoing. His good heart just couldn’t fathom that darkness truly did exist.
    Morgan laughed and I heard Eris in the evil cackle that resonated down the empty hall. I flinched away from it as my heart broke for Arthur. He loved Guinevere to distraction. This would kill him and his face already spoke to that.
    ‚What have you done to me?' he whispered. ‚Why?'
    She shrugged her bony shoulders. ‚Why not? You do not deserve all that you have, dear brother. Why does the simple matter of paternity determine our greatness?
    We share the same mother, yet you are king. How is that fair?'
    ‚That is simply the way things are, Morgan,' he stated wearily. ‚You know that it is not something that I control.'
    ‚No,' she sneered. ‚But as king, you control everything else in this land. However, if your beloved subjects ever discover that you had a love affair with your very own sister, I fear that they shall turn from you, brother.'
    She pasted an innocent look onto her face and I wanted to vomit.
    ‚You wouldn’t,' Arthur uttered. ‚Why would you?'
    ‚Don’t ever say that I wouldn’t, ' Morgan smiled evilly. ‚Trust me, I would.'
    Arthur was speechless as he stared at his sister. I saw every emotion possible roll across his face…betrayal, disgust, sadness. Morgan leaned forward, peering into the darkness. She shook her head in frustration and snapped her fingers. The torch nearest to her exploded into flames, licking at the stone wall.
    Arthur gasped and I realized that while Morgan might not realize her true identity, she had certainly learned to tap into at least some of her goddess powers. My air sucked out of me. Perfect. I would have an unbalanced psychopath on my hands armed with immortal supernatural power. This night kept getting better and better.
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    ‚What, brother?' she grinned. ‚I just wanted to see your handsome face more clearly.' She stepped forward and trailed her fingers lightly across his cheek. He flinched away from her.
    ‚What?' she whispered into his ear as she ran her other hand across his chest. ‚You didn’t mind my touch a few minutes ago.'
    ‚I thought you were my wife,' he spit angrily. ‚Everyone knows of my love for Guinevere. No one will believe you.'
    ‚They’ll believe their own eyes, brother,' she replied, pulling something out of her robe pocket. Opening her hand, she revealed a small crystal globe. Tossing it onto the stone floor, it shattered and dark blue smoke filled the corridor. Out of the wispy tendrils, two figures emerged. Arthur and Morgan.
    Clearly she had contrived this illusion, but it was very convincing as I watched the two smoky figures embrace. Reaching for each other, they kissed and allowed their hands to roam freely over