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u any grudge, said Arthur, and since he has gifted you richly, it would seem he cherishes no wrath. With a long sigh, Morgaine tied the seed into a scrap of silk, knowing that she must go forth again from Avalon. They cannot bear to see the earth, who is their mother, raped by the plow and forced to bear, and they do not live in villages. A king is the protector of his people, and what good is it to protect their bodies if he lets their souls

Arthur, and die at your hands for it afterward if you will have it so! His face was drawn with anguish and despair. In her dream she went, as she had never done in any Christian church, to the altar rail for the sharing of their bread and wine, and Lancelet bent and set the cup to her lips and she drank. His mother died when he was born . One after another, the petty kings came, knelt before Arthur and brought him gifts; Morgaine watched Arthur's face, grave, solemn, gentle.