NO ONE took the slightest notice of two peasant women, no longer young, in the turmoil and tumult about the gates of Camelot this morning. The Goddess will not fail us while a single worshipper gives her what is due. Arthur has twice betrayed Avalon; and only from Avalon can a king reign over all this land. No house is big enough for the rule of two women.
Even as that emperor who saw the sign in the sky and said, 'In this sign shall we conquer,' so shall we. Lancelet is so busy with the Grail and his other deeds that he has had little time to see to the King's stables. Would he like her? Her breasts seemed so soft and limp, they had been so since Gwydion's birth; she remembered how they had been when he first touched her, tiny and hard. If it is not I, why should I care who it might be?The year moved on into the darkness of winter, and on toward spring.
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