Now Lancelet let her go long enough to see the bruises on her face and body, her torn gown, the cut lip where it was swollen. Always Morgaine, said Gwenhwyfar, in a blaze of white rage. If we have not-well, we shall die defending our own homes and the lands we love, and our women and little children. Since Accolon or Arthur must die, she too would go into that shadow .
Oh, to return to Avalon, to go home . At least I have not that to blame myself- that I could bring you to dishonor before all the court-I w He would wander contentedly in the enchanted halls and woods till he died . Do you not bear grudge to your only rival, Morgaine, love? He had never called her so before, and she came and stood close to him, her arm around his waist.
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