Perhaps Kevin has taken him a wife, or perhaps he has only travelled with someone coming this way. I do not dream, Morgaine. I sleep in a room with four of the Queen's ladies, and any man who came there would be seized by the guards- I mark there is gray in Lancelet's hair as well-we are none of us young anymore, my dear.
You must take him back to Camelot, Morgaine said gently. The men wore Roman helmets-Morgaine had seen one or two of those preserved in Avalon-and short military tunics and Roman armor, and thick red military cloaks streamed out behind them. It is unseemly to stare at young men this way. It was more than prophecy, said the bard.
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