He blames himself that he can give Gwenhwyfar no child-for his own peace of mind he should know. Uriens had gone out to relieve himself, and came back, yawning. But, hearing again that strange note in Lancelet's voice, she bent her head and said nothing. The squire did as Arthur said, and Arthur smiled at Gwenhwyfar, but there was little gladness in the smile.
At last she raised the chalice to her own lips and drank. In these days, our good King Arthur cannot spare a single one of his knights, and surely not the good sir Lancelet. And then . Tell my stablemen to give you a horse-show them this.
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