We must keep a place near the throne for Gwydion, so that he may be his father's heir, and one day we will have a king born of Avalon again. Mother, I do for her only what I would that one might do for me one day, Viviane thought, and shivered again, raising her eyes to meet Balin's frowning gaze. Next to her, Gwenhwyfar felt dull as a hen, a simple homekeeping woman, even though she was High Queen of Britain and Morgaine only a heathen duchess. r closer, burying his face in her bosom and covering her breasts with kisses, she began to cry softly.
ire men-at-arms, and any woman who came into the court was his lawful prey, even I who was his wife's niece. And again I told myself, fiercely: Had she and Lancelet been honest with Arthur, had they fled from the court together, to live beyo with tears sliding down her face, hearing in some distant place the voice of the old midwife Broca. She felt suddenly that he had taken a deeper wound than she could know, in his very soul, and for a moment wondered, had Morgaine been right to spare him this knowledge? No.
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