Then you, Lancelet, Arthur said. But perhaps when the roads are bad next winter I will do so . ALL THROUGH the holy day service, Gwenhwyfar had sat alone, striving to compose herself. What have I to do with this mockery of a Goddess? The fate of Avalon lies in my hands, and Morgaine is gone, and I am alone with old women and children and half-trained girls .
She touched Morgaine's sleeve with her trembling hand. They were plaintive and sad, in a very old scale, and they made Morgaine think of the ancient land of Lyonnesse, far away and sunk past the coastline of Tintagel. Arthur's men made short work of that one, believe me, and there was plunder for all-I have a silver cup and a golden ring in my packs for you, Mother. I thank you, my lord and king.
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