You do me too much honor, both of you. Oh, I don't think so, Gwydion said, and Gwenhwyfar thought, watching the small flicker of his eyes ?His voice was gentle and familiar, but distant. She could not bear to see him so beaten, like a whipped dog.
She should not have come. Gwenhwyfar- He glanced at Lancelet, shrugged, and held his peace. She went up to his chamber, where he was lazily playing at dice with one of his men-at-arms; the room smelled frowsty and unaired, stale and old. But it had never gone thus with her, and she had not rebelled against her lot.
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