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Morgaine cannot afford virtues. They can only get in her way, slow her down, and ultimately bring her to ruin. She cannot afford to fail at the task she has inherited, because if she does, it will be the end of existence as she knows it. So no matter what the cost, she will succeed or die trying. Only when at long last she has finally finished can she allow herself to feel all of the anguish and guilt and horror she keeps trapped behind her cool gray eyes. Of course, there is little chance she will ever have that luxury. Not in a world that well remembers her atrocities. Not when she has no one left to call friend. So, when she meets the wandering warrior who is starving and nearly frozen to death, she sweeps him up into her machinations.