16Gwenhwyfar lay wide-eyed in the darkness, waiting for the step of Lancelet, yet thinking of Morgause, smiling-almost leering -as she m Gwenhwyfar has spent many years making this the greatest holiday anywhere in any Christian land. Send the babe to her rest, and come with me. I play no longer, nor do I have any will to make music, Morgaine.
Behind her she heard Uriens cursing, his voice cross and muffled, heard Arthur speak reassuringly to his horse. My lord Arthur, he cried, let me flay these impudent dogs and send them yelping back to their master, and tell this idiot Lucius that if he In the farther wing were Uriens' own chamber, one she now kept for herself, another room usually allotted to guests of importance, and at the far end, the room where she had left Accolon. But I want my-my subjects to have all they need, repeated Arthur thickly.
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