and she knew that he, too, saw through the mists, into the chapel here on Avalon, where the Grail stood . Lancelet turned and stared at her. She had been wise not to let him drink; she could not have roused him had he slept heavily with wine. But he only said, A kingly gift truly, Aunt.
But that was not Lancelet's way. Lancelet glanced toward the dais where Gwenhwyfar had taken Isotta of Cornwall to sit at her side while Arthur spoke with Duke Marcus and his nephew. from one of the two Avalon priestesses before her; always she had had these disturbing, incomplete moments of th Good night, sir Lancelet.
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