They returned late in the summer. She left all the fine gowns and jewels that Uriens had given her, wrapping herself in her plainest dark robe, not unlike the dress of a priestess. Excalibur hung in its scabbard at Arthur's side-the same old red velvet scabbard he had worn for more than twenty years now. ater than all the other Gods, cannot? It sounded like blasphemy, and Gwenhwyfar was ashamed of herself.
I swear to you, I have no son, or if I do, it is some chance-gotten child from my days in battle, and the woman knew me not, nor who I was. Gwydion chuckled. If I wanted only a brood mare to get me sons, God knows I could have had enough of them! But you have not, she said, still stiff and cold in his arms. Am I to help you by betraying a woman who has taken the right the Goddess has given to all women, to choose what man she will? Gwydion laughed mockingly.
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