He is no better than any other man, the Gods know that. And even now it crossed my mind; but with Accolon dead, it seemed to matter nothing. My dear, I do not know. And the girls are pretty, or they seem so to me.
But Accolon would not fail her. His voice was pleasant and melodious. The head weaved down, and Morgaine flinched, as she saw the great mouth open. The heir to my throne died in the quest of the Grail.
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