Morgaine remembered the day when the mists had thinned to let Gwenhwyfar through to Avalon. They were also ill-kept and neglected; Gwenhwyfar, frowning, thought less well of choosing him as regent. And if I am to remain a true man to my king and my friend, then I must depart from this court and never set eyes on you It is not the God who can command me, but the Goddess.
Morgaine knew her voice was sharp, and fell silent. I am still a little weary. He told me once that he had never fathered a son by any woman, though he had known many, so that perhaps the fault was not mine. All her resolve that Accolon was no more to her than priest of the Goddess, that she would not allow any personal tie between them, had gone for nothing in the face of this wild hunger in her.
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