And she marked the gentleness of Morgaine's hands as she lifted him and gave him her herb medicines and cooling drinks. He said, Your son Uwaine seems a fine lad. She hushed the child again, for Maline had asked Accolon what news of Arthur's court. Gwen, my dearest! he said.
But of course, like most men, I would like to know who fathered me, and what you thought has been said before-that I am the son of Lancelot. ust before I was brought to bed with the baby, and when she was another girl, he was really angry with me. And you, my lord Arthur, you shall be taken to feast with us . nd close by she could see that Morgause's face was painted, her bright eyes lined with kohl; but she was beautiful no less.
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