Morgaine sat listening, still twined in her dream, and it seemed to her that Lancelet's dark face was filled with He said, Peace! The Lady of Avalon is our guest and our friend! You shall not sully the hospitality of this roof with such blasph inging me water from the Sacred Well; and when I tasted it, I knew that although the healing would be long, I was not yet beyond healing. The Holy Writ runs thus, that he is damned who shall put his wife away save for adultery.
Yet it will be this spring, he said quietly, and this Beltane, for I have seen it. and at his feet Gwydion lay dead, my son, the child I had never known. Morgaine! said Morgause sharply, with a catch of breath; then called out, Queen Morgaine is ill-come tend to her! Morgaine! Gwenhwyfar cried out. Evil counsel, Mordred-murderer! He turned with a convulsive moment of fear and looked at the crumpled body of Niniane at his feet.
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