Zimmer Bradley, Marion - The Mists Of Avalon by Zimmer Bradley

Author:Zimmer Bradley [Bradley, Zimmer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2011-03-18T04:00:00+00:00

Book Three Gwenhwyfar could not breathe. Slowly, slowly, she reached out her hand and laid it in Lancelet's. She felt Arthur's touch on her hair as Lancelet leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. I have been married many years and I am as frightened now as any virgin, she thought, and then she remembered The King Stag Morgaine's words when she laid the charm about her neck. Beware what you ask for, Gwenhwyfar, for the Goddess may grant it to you ... . 1 At the time, she had thought Morgaine meant only that if she prayed for a child, then she might well die in childbirth. Now she knew it was more subtle than that, for it had come about that she should have Lancelet, and without guilt, At this season in Lothian, it seemed the sun hardly went to rest; queen Morgause wakened as the light began to steal with her husband's own will and permission ... and in a flash of awareness, she thought, It was this I wanted, after all; through the hangings, yet it was so early the gulls were hardly astir. But there was already light enough to make out after all these years it is certain that I am barren, I will bear no child, but I will have had this at least ... . the hairy, well-muscled body of the young man who slept at her side ... a privilege he had enjoyed most of the winter. With shaking hands she undid her gown. It seemed that the whole world had dwindled down to this, this perfect He had been one of Lot's esquires, and had cast longing eyes on the queen even before Lot's death. And in the deathly awareness of herself, of her own body aching with desire, a hunger she had never believed she could feel. Lancelet's darkness of this winter past, it was too much to ask that she should sleep alone in the king's cold chamber. skin was so soft-she had thought all men were like Arthur, sunburnt and hairy, but his body was smooth as a child's. It was not that Lot had been so good a king, she thought, slotting her eyes against the growing light. But his reign had Ah, but she loved them both, loved Arthur all the more that he could be generous enough to give her this ... they been long-he had reigned since before Uther Pendragon took the throne, and his people were used to him; there were were both holding her now, and she closed her eyes and put up her face to be kissed, not knowing for certain which people well into their middle years who had known no other king. He had been on the throne, she thought, when man's lips closed over hers. But it was Lancelet's hand that stroked her cheek, moved down to her naked throat where young Lochlann was born ... for that matter, so had she. But that thought was less comfortable, and she flinched away the ribbon clung.

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