You must consult with one of the Queen's own midwives, and if the ride home would make you likely to miscarry, then you must stay here till the child is born. Whatever illness had seized on Igraine, at least it was painless-but she was short of breath and could not walk far without coughing and gasping. With a rustle of gowns and the small chink of scabbarded swords and such gear, Arthur's household arose and moved to the church porch. Galahad said you were called Morgaine of the Fairies-was it a fairy, Aunt? Morgaine shook her head and said, No, it was one of the Old People of the hills-they are as real as you or I.
And at least this time he has had sense enough to travel with a serving-man. Believe me, Elaine, you would have small happiness with Lancelet. She went to the basin and ewer of water, poured it out and washed her face and hands and braided her hair afresh. Restlessly, like a prowling cat, she paced the hall, flickers of the Sight coming and going.
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