Can you dare say it is not Lancelet you love best, when you make his son your heir and not your own son, when yo It is the first time I have known what real fear was, fear I might die with my work still undone. The Christians, mark you, Morgaine, would think your son born out of sin; but before the Goddess he is of the purest royalty of all, mother and father born of her lineage- sacred, not evil. I walk not well at the best of times.
On the morrow you must be ready to depart. no, not in himself, he fights no better than any other warrior, not half so well as Lancelet or even Gareth, but he is a great general. I ate more, she thought, than I usually do in three days, no wonder I am sick. For some absurd reason, Morgaine felt that tears were coming to her eyes.
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