I suppose it is fitted to a mature man. Once she rose and went alone up the silent path to stare again into the unmoving waters, but they were grey, grey as the unyielding sky. The cup may go to the altar or to the Queen's high table! Embarrassed, Gwenhwyfar's hand flew to her throat and the ribbon on which she had tied Morgaine's charm. Such was the enchantment of the fairy country, she realized, that he never questioned this.
He took one step toward the altar where the Grail gleamed, but Morgaine flung her arms around him and held him back. Cornwall is yours, is it not, lady Morgaine? I seem to remember Uther gave it to the lady Igraine when uld remember, some reason she should be angry with Lancelet; but she could not remember what it was. Now the succession should be firmly established.
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