Lancelet had come first to greet Morgaine. One of her women greeted her as she stepped inside the door. She went up to his chamber, where he was lazily playing at dice with one of his men-at-arms; the room smelled frowsty and unaired, stale and old. Gwenhwyfar had bent her head and said nothing.
Come, my dear husband, we must return to Camelot. Griflet said, with a friendly smile, I knew not that your father had a son, my queen. Viviane sat staring at the wall of her chamber, wondering if this meant that now Morgaine was gone from them, Raven should bear the power of the Lady of the Lake. Yes, let them come, though I wonder you trouble to ask my prayers -I cannot even persuade you to put away that pagan banner and raise the cross of Christ .
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