The path grew harder underfoot and easier to follow, and the light of the torch blurred away the misty dimness. Balin shuddered. And then, Beltane. but now, surely, with this new warmth she had known since she had been all wakened, this time it would come about as she wished.
The kiss went on until she finally, reluctantly, had to move her mouth to breathe, and he laughed softly, a sound of wonder. It was Beltane, and the force of the Goddess was with us all. Gwenhwyfar held her motionless and said, Now you must be still, Mother . It was crimson like a beating heart, a glowing ruby .
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