Arthur had said he would ask her no question if she should bear a child, he had all but given her leave to have Lancelet as a lover . She felt dull and queasy, but now she knew there was a good reason for that, and secretly patted her still-flat stomach as if to reassure herself it was real. The Goddess-for that matter, your God-is not a vindictive demon, looking about to punish somebody for some imagined sin. She said, Gwenhwyfar, you think too much of sin.
She heard her own voice like an echo, not even sure what she wanted to deny. And Gwenhwyfar, even as she put her arms around him, crying with thankfulness, had a moment of shattering fear and doubt. The men are busy with the sowing. hian and back! She beckoned to one of her waiting-women and said, Bring the red gown, and the veil that goes with it, and a
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