We will see who refuses combat now! I came here for that, said Gwydion, unmoved by blow or words, though there was a small trickle of blood on his face. She could not feel grief; not now, when she had seen the reflection of that faraway light on his face. She heard a step behind her, and said, without turning, Gwydion? Who else? His arms came around her and held her tight, and she turned her face to kiss him. And now, perhaps, Arthur will put her away, so that he may get him a son somewhere.
He has dared to put the sacred sword of Avalon to such uses! I will not, as priestess of Avalon, sit and witness it in silence! She began to rise, but Uriens gripped her wrist. Even as it was, I came near to bleeding to death, and only its magic stanched the bleeding. Galahad is gone. Gwydion-no, Mordred, Morgause remembered; for the naming of a Companion was a rite not much less serious than baptism-rose and heartily returned Lancelet's embrace.
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