But it had never gone thus with her, and she had not rebelled against her lot. But the boat is going straight toward it-I have heard there is a convent on Glastonbury too- No, said Morgaine, we are not going there. But though I never made any attempt to conceal who I was, not in all these years has any woman come to me, nor her kinfolk, and said, such and such a woman bore you a bastard child. like an old village gossip to see if any man beds with his neighbor's wife- The Merlin said something like that, Gwenhwyfar said, low.
dissolved into good-natured laughter, but later Morgaine, crossing the court, saw Lancelet still pacing, troubled, feathers still ruffled. Perhaps all Morgaine's mockery was a defense against Gwenhwyfar's own pride, her scorn of the sorceresses of Avalon. it is just like the God of the Christians to make such blunders-he does not like lovers. And Lot will come too, though he grows old-he will not let pass any chance that the kingdom might still go to his sons.
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