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Mother dearest, my poor little mother, come now, come, don't cry, I know you loved Accolon just as you But you do not know what I shall be weaving today, child. t come to contest his claim; but if he lays claim to a single inch of Britain or Less Britain, then he And then, with another surge of hatred, Now let Morgaine see what it is like to be given in marriage t

ng Stag, and Morgaine the Mother who had been torn asunder when Gwydion was born, and the Queen of Nor To hear you sing my kinsman Lancelet's praises, I thought you believed no man could be a good knight unless he were handsome and full of this kind of courtly matters. And what of her? Morgaine said quietly, Believe this or no, I am her friend too. I am her kinswoman and I can endure anything Gwenhwyfar can endure, even to live in an armed camp with the men.