I wish it lay in my power to acknowledge you my son, Mordred. Morgaine wished-and not for the first time-that she had been only one of the priestesses, not one of the great royal line of Avalon. o that mankind might never again profane it, and she was content that it should be so; for it had been defiled wit Lancelet had done this, Lancelet whom Gareth had always loved more than any other man.
ivering with terror, she was adamant: she had seen her destiny and must go with Morgaine at any cost. Suppose a law was made against it, and your conscience told you that it was the right thing to do, to give yourself to But why have you put on your holiday tunic this morning? Did I put on my holiday tunic? he asked, his small dark face innocent. That would be no pleasure to either of us, Gwenhwyfar thought, and then was ashamed of herself.
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