He drew a deep breath. But instead of the old jealous fury, Morgaine looked on her with the purest love for her beauty . Mist lay on the Lake, and for an instant it seemed to her that she saw a shadow, like the shadow of their own boat, a barge draped in black, with a dark figure at the prow-but no. She sank in a curtsey before Arthur, who motioned her to rise and embraced her.
e hope of his kingdom! She had thought, if ever she bore Arthur's son, then he must give her place and show her great respe He would be waiting for her, but if she did not come, he would never think of reproaching her. bold enough to come and crowd onto the bench beside Lancelet, but he sat without paying any heed to her. And I am but a barren tree, Gwenhwyfar thought; Elaine has Lancelot's son; even Morgaine, who has no husband and no wish for one, h
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