What makes you think I am not a warrior, my lord? I fought among your men against Lucius who would have been emperor, and I had ample time to make up my own mind about wars and their worth. she was pursued, Arthur was hard on her heels, and there were armed knights with him. she knew not how time ran in the outer world. Lancelet is the most generous of men, that is all.
He looked up at her mutely, and Morgause thought, It was worth all the trouble of this day to see Gwydio be lodged in a chamber to himself, even if it is no bigger than a stall for one of those donkeys, said Morgaine. His son was dead, and his wife, and the old closeness with Arthur was gone beyond recall. Do you weep for your mother, Morgaine? For my mother-and for Viviane-and perhaps most of all for myself.
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