Before dusk the rain stopped for a while, and the sun came out, low and slanting over the dismal moor. Now say what you will say, and go your way. Was that Morgause's doing, or yours, I wonder? Neither, she said quietly. He is growing too old to reign.
I have borne a child and I have been married for fourteen years and I have had lovers . The squire did as Arthur said, and Arthur smiled at Gwenhwyfar, but there was little gladness in the smile. Shall we send, then, for the Lady Viviane? Gwenhwyfar asked. Avalon is sworn to uphold the truth.
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