And then it should be as if Arthur had never been? What of your vow to Arthur? Gareth demanded, and Lancelet sighed. Though he was not Kevin, nor near to it, he was the finest player, otherwise, that she had heard. No, no, do not weep, I will say no more, he said, sighing, reaching out his arms to her, letting her lie against his shoulder. oy he could think of a dozen answers for everything! Clever he is, said Kevin slowly, and knows well how to make himself loved, I have seen that.
Arthur still hoped for this-a match between Morgaine and Lancelet and she watched, sick with jealousy, as Lancelet listened to Morgaine's harp. Gwenhwyfar knew little about tending the sick. mother, she kept her thoughts on Viviane-that way she need not think of what had befallen her and Lancelet. like the Sight-in her presence they could sense something inimical to their lives, the touch, perhaps, of the strangeness of Avalon.
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