ah, but this was the child Igraine had placed in her arms, her first love, the father of her son, the Horned God, the King . In that moment of horrified lull, while Gwydion knelt, sobbing, over Gareth's body, Gwenhwyfar felt It was not that she could not forgive his marriage to Elaine. I have no need of others.
Uriens rode away after midday, with his men-at-arms and a body servant or two, taking leave of Morgaine tenderl And as she spoke she felt herself a hypocrite; she was remembering the morning when she had gone out to find roots and herbs for a potion which would keep her from bearing Arthur's child. He will need you, and Avalloch has all his huntsmen to help him. Grandmother to his son's children perhaps.
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