Who is his father, then? asked the woman, and Morgause saw Morgaine's hands clench at her sides. I remember all too well what chaos ruled the land when they thought Uther would die with no son. AND SO SHE HAD DONE, Gwenhwyfar thought on that morning, looking out over the expanse of tents and pavilions. and it was you who pushed me into Lancelet's arms- Oh, my Gwen, he said, and his face was rueful like a punished child.
No, hear me, Morgaine-there is reason in what he says. He must do his own fate . On the day when he asks you for a wife, my lord and my king, you should give him one. At least she, Morgause, would make better use of this unexpected power thrust into her hand.
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