I will weave at Avalloch's cloak. Gawaine struggled, but Lancelet, though he was the smaller man, bent his arm backward, growling with rage like an angry wolf. She thought with satisfaction, He himself, of his own free will, has put his soul into my hands. She wondered if, from time to time, these women did come to tempt the priests; it was only reasonable that here, in
Send for Morgaine. Lancelet hurried to him and bent over him, smiling. As for Gwenhwyfar- He grimaced. He was guarded behind a hundred fences of reserve and anger.
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