Morgause looked at Gawaine's bruised face and eyes. If it will not sicken you to be so close to this misshapen body of mine, he said, and she could hear the pain and anger in his voice. Well, Morgaine, Accolon is younger than you, and you have certainly captivated him to the point where he has no desire for a younger woman-or a fairer one. I dwelt there five years and never did I cease from trying to make some sort of garden.
Abruptly she turned and walked through the blossoming garden, her eyes downcast, refusing to look any further at the apple blossoms. He undid her clothing. Look, the light is still on his face. It was her fault, all her fault; he should put her away as barren, and take a wife who could give him a child.
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