She saw Morgaine far down the table, laughing and talking with a man she did not recognize, save that he had the serpe but no true priestess, chosen of the Goddess, could have slept through Raven's cry. But a gang of five brothers, ruffians all, had refortified five of the castles and were laying the whole countryside to waste. Now there are no wars, he must touch the imagination of his people somehow, and he is clever enough to do it by making great display for them-I have heard it was the Merlin who counselled him so.
Morgaine had had time to decide what she must do and had found a moment to speak alone with Accolon the day before. If I were Arthur I would make no move against Meleagrant; I would tell him that now he had me, he might keep me, for all the good it would do him. She thought she would like to say it now to Gwenhwyfar, but she kept her voice gentle. And I have lost my son Gareth, and I have lost Gwydion, and I will never now be Queen in Camelot.
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