Morgaine knew, with a catch of breath, that it was the one she had left on her bed in the House of Maidens on that day when she had fled forth from Avalon with Arthur's child in her womb . It was warm wool, though, and Morgaine wrapped it round herself, though it made her look more than ever like a beggar woman; she had suffered more from the cold than from hunger. Can you speak to them if they come? She bent her head and said bitterly, I will do my king and my lord's will. She felt numbed; it had truly not seemed to her that she might be pregnant.
For I knew that I was too weak to put on my own clothes. Shall I tell Accolon, and let him act in his rage? Troubled, still not certain what she would do, she went up to find Accolon And I have lost my son Gareth, and I have lost Gwydion, and I will never now be Queen in Camelot. This was her true love, and never again would she trouble herself to hide it from any man.
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