o tell whether it would have been a boy or not, but she had had one fine son, I doubt not she would have borne you Do you think it makes any difference now, Gwenhwyfar? I wronged you-even on the very day you were wedde He led her into a grove of trees. I might well have made a happy marriage with Accolon, after all.
But will you not fight for the rights of your own son? demanded Gareth. I call upon her as the Mother to give me my due and my life . I am not so sure of that, Morgaine thought, watching Gwenhwyfar struggling to compose her face. uch a priestess as comes not into this world more than once in many hundreds of years, even in Avalon.
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