Probably Arthur has asked her to make up the quarrel with me, she thought cynically. Morgaine's heart leapt, and there was a tightness like pain, or weeping, in her throat. Gwydion grabbed her other wrist and pulled her toward him, then struck her full force across the temple, and she fell to the ground without a cry. Now was the time to speak the words that would consolidate the spell, make him hers, body and soul, so that she might bring him to Avalon and the appointed doom.
It is better that way. The King's heir must be proclaimed without any to share that moment. She said quietly to Uriens, Do not worry, my most beloved husband. I tell you, if I cannot marry Lancelet, I shall go behind convent walls for all of my life, I swear it .
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