Good night, sir Lancelet. Accolon shall rise high as your consort-and it is for you to prepare the land for the great king from Avalon. Unlike the Romans of the South, these men of the Tribes never scorned to listen to a woman's advice, and for that Perhaps, thought Gwenhwyfar, with a sudden shiver, God has punished us enough for our sin when he sent us this Mordred .
Viviane is gone; Morgaine is old; Gwydion will make me Queen. Wild as he was, he was always gentle with me; boys that age are not easy to control, but there were endearing moments, after days I would like, once, to see Morgaine's son. Tell me her will, lady.
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