He led her to a bench and seated her at his side. Or perhaps I should wish that when the raiders broke my hands and body they had gelded me too, so that I should not care one way or the other. You are Druid-born, and of two royal lines. The day dragged on; the sun moved slowly from the small crack of window, across the room, and away again, and at last it began to grow dark.
Elaine always seemed happy. Morgaine, Morgaine. And one day you and I shall go on quest together, sir Lancelet . an image rose in her mind of the Holy Well of Avalon, the water rising from the spring, flooding into the fountain.
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