Igraine was gone, and Viviane lost to death, murdered and lying among the priests of their God of death and doom. Arthur kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. For all her queening it, she's never borne a single babe, and I have a good son to work the farm for me, ! The priests may set a pious hypocrite on the throne, who will serve whatever God he finds expedient a
Now they were nudging one another, whispering about this knight and that. And even through the joy in her heart, she felt small and cramped and joyless. Now will you soon be in the hands of your women. It is now so near dawn, she said, is there any reason to try to sleep more, or should we break camp and ride on for Caerleon? Griflet looked pleased.
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