I cannot see where so many have scribbled, said Lancelet impatiently. Whatever Morgaine said, Gwenhwyfar always felt compelled to do precisely other; always she felt that Morgaine thought her a fool without the wit to lace her own shoes. Lancelet would go to the church where Galahad had died, and there he would pray. In her name, my king, who was your friend and benefactor, I beg this favor of you-let me carry the Pendragon banner into battle myself.
And so he did. Shall he know the truth? You would not! Elaine was white with horror. nd Gwenhwyfar was busy with the preparations for the feast on the morrow, which would be the funeral. She would have liked to ask more, but turned to something else.
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