Cai feels he is fit for nothing but to turn the spit and serve the plates. I have that authority now, as the Merlin of Britain; he is very old and very feeble-it is a miracle that his heart did not fail this day. Morgaine said at last, reaching out her hand to him, Sometimes I believe, Lancelet, that it does not matter what we do. I thought if you made me knight without some good excuse such as this, Gwydion said, there might be talk of a kind you did not wish.
And tomorrow, Gwenhwyfar said, you and Elaine are to take Lancelet from us. But he wore the robes of a bard, and on his forehead was the small tattoo of an acorn crest, and about his wrists the serpents of Avalon writhed. She remembered that solitary journey, disguised, to Lot's court far in the north, years ago. To Camelot! Gwenhwyfar's heart sank-she had ridden all the way from Tintagel to give Arthur news of their child, and now would he pa
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