She writhed under his suffocating hand, then felt Lancelet's weight on the bed. But his hands on her were tender, welcome. Dare you to say that such a love is a sin, Gwenhwyfar? I will avow it before the throne of God- He stopped, unable to force further sound through his dry throat. There was some good-natured grumbling among the Companions when they saw it.
So it seemed to Gwenhwyfar-there might never have been such things as marauding Saxons or a High King. She lowered her head, letting the curtain of her hair hide her face. Arthur knows well the duties of a king. Never doubt it, to me you are a man, and the Goddess has prompted me to do this.
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