Yes, Morgaine thought, and this would keep Gwydion well out of the way, until and unless there was need of him. I can say only that I will remember it always. There was a tumult of applause as they came onto the field-Lancelet slender, dark, and still so handsome, despite the lines in his face and the grey in his hair, that Morgaine felt her breath catch. Was it you called me murderer?Morgause stepped back, half afraid.
No, no, you must not speak so, he said tenderly. She should have thought to ask for some sort of light. Perhaps I hoped that he, a Christian king, would refuse when he knew; or perhaps even now he wanted a young wife who could give him children. It healed something in her.
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