Gwenhwyfar raised her eyes to them, so that she need not look at Elaine's swollen belly. It would be hard for any, Gwenhwyfar thought, not to love the old man-he was so gentle and good; if only he were Christian, he would be better than any priest. Arthur finally found his voice. She said something like that later, when they were dressing, and Arthur looked at her, troubled.
She let him do as he would and lay stunned on the damp ground as he thrust blindly into her, driven by a force he hardly understood. There was no proper bone to it at all, it was all soft like a grub or an earthworm . Morgaine glanced fearfully around her. Are you hurt, my son? It does well enough, he said.
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