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If anyone asked Arthur, he had a wife. He could talk about her beauty for hours on end. "Branwen," he called her once. "Mareth," he told another. No one ever met her. He said she smelled of candle wax and all her favorite herbs.
Blodwen had a husband, and everybody knew him. He came home from work in the evenings, laughing and cheering like the taverns of old. No one knew his name, but they all saw him smile. She told them how his hair was like gold. "He looked like a prince," she said, and she smiled like bliss.

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