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d perhaps Lancelet-he sent you greetings, Gwenhwyfar, he was very troubled when he heard you were so ill. Nimue reached her hands to him and knew they were trembling and that he would never know why. Gwenhwyfar, looking at him, felt a faint distaste run through her. Although he sat in his high seat at Camelot, and dealt justice to all manner of men-he was loved, loved far more than any king Gwenhwyfar ha

Cornwall is mine. Her cheeks stung; she bent over the kettle of steaming herbs, wrinkling her nose at the bitter scent. Will Bors come from Less Britain? He will come if he can, Arthur said, although Lancelet sent me I would that I had been reared at court as my father's son and his sworn follower, not his bitterest enemy .