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" But fall?
No.
What is it, love?
If not a fall, is it a hunger? The appetite casting around for strange meat not yet encountered, hungry for what it does not know yet, but will recognize at the first scent in the air?
I know one thing: No one tumbles straight into their greatest love, the great love of their life. For there are many kinds of love- maiden love, flesh love, flesh hunger, then the deepest love hunger- and all these must be tried, tasted and relished before the one great love. "
― Rosalind Miles , I, Elizabeth
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" Sir Tristan?’ Simeon ventured. ‘But even if he does, will he defend the King? Coming from Lyonesse, surely he’ll follow the Goddess?’
Dominian showed his teeth in a nasty laugh. ‘The Great Mother, yes. The old whore we are driving from the land.’
‘As soon as we have taken Her ways for our own?’
Dominian frowned. ‘What d’you mean?’
An earnest student of both history and the modern world, Simeon had been waiting for the moment to bring this up. ‘Did not the first Christians take over the apparatus of the Mother?’ he began importantly. ‘Her threefold incarnation of Maiden, Mother, and Wise Woman, is that not what people in those days called the Holy Trinity?’
Dominian paused. ‘This is not something to share with the common folk,’ he said carefully. ‘We teach them that God the Father was here before all things.’
‘But our Communion, too,’ Simeon pressed on. ‘At the feasts of the Mother, the Lady is the loaf giver to all who come and pours wine from her loving cup with her own hand. When we offer bread and wine, haven’t we taken thus from the first power of the Lady, to feed and to provide? "
― Rosalind Miles , Isolde, Queen of the Western Isle (Tristan and Isolde, #1)