I rode for a time with Galahad when first we departed from Camelot, and I knew more of him in the ten days and nights we rode together than in all the sixteen years he had lived. Maybe she had been ready to miscarry anyhow-it was surely too quick for the drug to have worked. I tell you, Gwenhwyfar, when the morning comes, your horse and gear will be ready. She was aware of the sound of rain outside the windows, and of a chill in the chamber.
We must to bed, lady. For a moment Morgaine was inclined to protest. Another son, or a daughter. Go, she said gently, your queen awaits you.
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