you led me into this sin, can you swear it was not your own sin, and all your fine talk no more than a cover fo ccolon's-side and Uriens would be in Wales, or dead, or in hell-She left Uriens sleeping and tiptoed from the room; she found one Elaine would be lying there, the lamp falling on her golden hair so like the Queen's, but so dim he could not distinguish her features, her body and bed smelling of Gwenhwyfar's scent. What is it, Gwen? he whispered, drawing her into his arms.
She could hear small sounds down the stairs, and somewhere there was a smell of bannock baking. Uriens groaned, heaving himself stiffly over. We came together by the will of the Goddess, for the forces of life, and if a child came to birth, then it was made in love, whatever brought us together. Nor did he notice, for Elaine was showing him the banner.
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