Yet when she stood with bent head before the cairn, she was weeping. Lancelet's hounds were running about, darting down to the water, barking frenziedly. She stood pressed against him, holding her face against his shoulder, and his arms went around her. it was rumored here at court, even, that they were lovers.
It was the first time, Gwenhwyfar thought distantly, that he had ever, even for a moment, seemed to criticize Arthur. Even in the days of Rome, the legions dealt with what they came to call client queens, who ruled the Tribes, and some of them were mighty warriors. All her resolve that Accolon was no more to her than priest of the Goddess, that she would not allow any personal tie between them, had gone for nothing in the face of this wild hunger in her. He would not be unkind to her when they were married.
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