Morgaine shook her head. she had kept the rites with Accolon as she had known she would do, she was not lying in the cave, awaiting the King Stag . And then, for once meaning it absolutely, without reservation, she said, And I love you too, Arthur, never doubt that. And at last he strove no more with her, but set the horse's head on the road toward Glastonbury.
And then resentment surged through her: This should now be Morgaine's task, it is she who was to be Lady after me in Avalon. And I know, too, that I loved him never the less, and I felt always that I wronged you by loving him . Lot bowed to Gwenhwyfar and said, in his smooth voice, Why, then, Arthur's hall will be barren indeed. distant cousin to Lancelet, and handsome almost as Lancelet himself, is he not, Gwenhwyfar? She smiled merrily and added,
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