Nor am I any temptation to any man who might seek to take a woman. And Gwenhwyfar realized she was seeing a new Lancelet-not her lover, but the hardened warrior. Don't pull away from me like that, damn you! he shouted, thrusting violently; she cried out with pain and he hit her again. She pulled away from him and tried to make her voice jocular.
And I have woven prayers for you and your Companions into every stitch, she said, in entreaty. ater than all the other Gods, cannot? It sounded like blasphemy, and Gwenhwyfar was ashamed of herself. The great tides of Avalon running in her blood told her that the moon was waxing; such great magic as this could be worked o none of us can escape.
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