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Isoult saw Merlin loitering for her among the fir trees, and she could imagine the smile on his face-that face with its red, libidinous mouth and hungry, restless eyes. He stood there in a little alley of the wood, a figure like a grey monolith marking the spot where some king had fallen.
Isoult's soul hardened itself against him, and she struck the strings of her lute and murmured the words of a song.