The Goddess will deal with Lancelet in her own time and her way. By your leave, I will go and enter the lists before it is too late. He said, Why, Morgaine? Why must this suicidal folly go on? No, she said, the quest of the Grail is ended. She spitted the chicken and roasted it on a green stick of wood over her fire.
If the wrath of the Goddess is to descend on us, we must know how and why. He would love her still, but he would never forget by whose blood he had come to possess her. The Gods can take care of their own worship, my dear-do you think the Goddess needs your help to protect her own? At that moment, if Morgaine had had a weapon, she would have struck Uriens down. Gwenhwyfar's ladies were the kind of pious idiots with whom Gwenhwyfar always surrounded herself.
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