There at last I could mourn for Accolon-not for the ruin of my hopes and plans . Welcome back, my sister-it has been so long, he said, his cheek lingering against hers. There is nothing left for her but suffering, and I cannot think that your God wills it that she should suffer more. us heard of the Grail! When I think of our King Arthur at court with none of his faithful men save such as are lame or infirm or cowardly .
He need never know, she thought, that it had been Accolon's son. but she lay like a small animal in a snare, helpless. Strange, Igraine murmured at last in a faraway voice, never would I have thought I would come here to die. She said, How will God give us the victory, if we will not put away from us all the symbols of sorcery and fight beneath his cross?
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