Oh, yes, if Arthur had married its to each other before he was wed to Gwenhwyfar-but even then it was too late. And now is the great test of all that we have done and all that we can do-the Saxons this time are a flood, my friends. Arthur looked at her for a moment, in surprise, then recognized her and gestured her to come forward. Now what would become of her son? Why did she leave Gwydion in the hands of Morgause? Morgaine thought, I am an unnatural mother; I should have sent for my son.
Can you swear that this was not your doing, Morgaine? I looked her straight in the eye. What is your magic? No magic, said Morgaine in her rich low voice. And it was balm to her heart that he clutched at her and muttered, I will. I mourned without ceasing for Accolon, and for the child whose life had barely begun before it was ended, cast aside like offal.
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