It was her doing that Arthur had fallen into the hands of the priests and betrayed Avalon. She had felt that she could wait until Morgaine had outgrown her bitterness and returned to Avalon. The church had been decorated with flowers, and the people too, in their brilliant holiday dress, looked like massed flowers. They give every guest a name, as they call Lancelet Elf-arrow.
Uwaine is my son! I am the only mother he can remember! Am I to think that would stop you, lady Morgaine? I Ai, what a death! He shuddered. Morgaine felt herself buffeted, struck and battered by the wind; in the grove, she knew, were forms and faces she could not clearly see; this testing was not for her, but for the man at her side. After a little time, surely, now he would arise and leave me, for I had not the strength to go forth from him.
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