And that was what she must do . It would be hard for any, Gwenhwyfar thought, not to love the old man-he was so gentle and good; if only he were Christian, he would be better than any priest. That day when she had gone to seek roots and herbs, when she would have cast forth the child within her . If she no longer had quite the full-blown beauty that had brought Lamorak, dazzled, to her feet, she was still a good-loo
rief and despair rush out of her with tears, as she felt Uwaine's hot tears falling on her own forehead. Lancelet was a stranger, a hard-faced warrior, a man she had never known. It was like an army encamped here. Avalon's daughter listens.
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