With a rustle of gowns and the small chink of scabbarded swords and such gear, Arthur's household arose and moved to the church porch. Morgaine, he whispered. Bring me my saddlebags, she said; and when this had been done, she searched in a pocket for a moment. ? She had had her eye on this one for months; his name was Cormac, and he was tall and young, with a hawklike face and strong shoulders and thighs.
Morgaine thought: They shared that bed, all three of them, Lancelet, Gwenhwyfar, Arthur-no, such a thing wa I will, my mother. You have not shown your face in Tintagel for so long that the common people may forget they have a queen. Arthur kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair.
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