I must surely go. Oh, thank you, God and Christ and our Blessed Lady!Arthur was wrong. Not until Arthur returned from the Southern Shores, and perhaps not for a week or ten days after that, when she did not return at the appointed time, would he begin to suspect that all was not well. Morgaine knew, with a catch of breath, that it was the one she had left on her bed in the House of Maidens on that day when she had fled forth from Avalon with Arthur's child in her womb .
And nothing she had said could force him to discuss it with her or to listen to what a priest might say on the subject. to be housed four to a room and sometimes two to a bed? He said, I thought it was so that none other need share quarters with me. Why had she flung insults at him? He was as the Goddess had made him, no worse and no better. swept by the old tempest, the madness of love which had flung her and Lancelet, on a sun-flooded hill in Avalo
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