Arthur must have the news of his son. There was a brief silence before Accolon said, In these days it is dangerous, perhaps, to wear the serpents-or will be, if the priests grow more powerful. Lancelet was there too, and he found a moment to come to Gwenhwyfar's side and kiss her hand, looking into her eyes with hopeless tenderness. So fair and sweet was Nimue, she could not believe anything of her was evil, yet this woman had served since childhood in the very house of the Goddess.
She was very much aware of his arm enfolding her, holding her. Then she went with the chamberlain on the last rounds of the castle to make sure that all was locked and secure. Arthur's court is quiet, and the King still does penance for some unknown sin-he touches no wine, even at high feast days. Queen Gwenhwyfar has come hither to visit her kinswoman, and she sleeps in the pavilion beyond the lawns.
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