Only this evening she had sat there and watched Lancelet listening to the harper, and the thought had come stealing into her mind. No, cried Balin, I will not rest under the roof that shelters the foul sorceress who slew my mother! Gawan came, pale and angry, and struck Balin across the mouth. God is my witness to that, said Lancelet, but he looked at Gwenhwyfar with something like despair. At this moment, any voice arising against Arthur would be silenced within months, if not within days.
And then, half a year later, word came to her that he had died on the quest. He had indeed handed Arthur's cup to the King-it was a service young well-born boys, fostered at court, all performed at high feasts. not be spared from what God wishes to be done-I have thought long about such things while I lay unable to set foot to the ground. And Queen Gwenhwyfar has had to adopt sir Galahad there, who's the son of Lancelet and of her own co
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