She had ruled well behind Lot's throne; she would have done better yet with Uther, for she would not have become so stupidly entangled with the priests. Gwenhwyfar! Cousin, look at me, speak to me! Ah, may the holy Virgin help us. If I stay here- He broke off. I fought at Mount Badon, he said.
An excellent idea, my dear, Uriens said sunnily, and in any case it would be a long journey for you. tell me, Gwenhwyfar, do you love my son? Gwenhwyfar shrank from the sick woman's clear grey eyes; could Igraine see into her very soul? I love him well and I am his faithful queen, lady. Her own mother had borne four sons, yet none of them had lived to be as much as five years old, and Alienor's son had died with her. Always I remember you best like that, Morgaine, he added, and before the pain in his eyes, Morgaine bent her head.
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