Even more, if he was facing war again, Arthur would wish for the good news she bore. His oldest son was the same age as she. I mark there is gray in Lancelet's hair as well-we are none of us young anymore, my dear. s my sons! And indeed, after a little time, Balan and his foster-brother, Balin, Gawan's son, came into the room, stooping under the low ceiling.
eaching for him in the best way she could, And did you, then, fail to find the Grail? She saw him come slowly back through the long distance. That time is not yet, lady. But through and around the prowling figures I could see Arthur in his tent, restlessly asleep, Lancelet guarding him as he slept; and somewhere, too, I knew Gwydion slept among his own armies. Yet he shall not suffer nor be tortured.
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