"They always are," Arthur answers, and for a moment, before he covers it over, the ache in his voice is audible. Because I had the children killed.
Is it so? He remembers one proud and golden Guinevere, and he remembers another, quieter, darker. He remembers a Lancelot he loved, and another he hardly spoke to.
He also remembers a riddle, a triad, recited by the fireside in all his lives: Three great queens of Arthur: Gwenhwyfar, and Gwenhwyfar, and Gwenhwyfar.
They were both my wife. I loved them both. They both betrayed me.
One will be there, with the third, because I had the children killed.
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Is it so? He remembers one proud and golden Guinevere, and he remembers another, quieter, darker. He remembers a Lancelot he loved, and another he hardly spoke to.
He also remembers a riddle, a triad, recited by the fireside in all his lives: Three great queens of Arthur: Gwenhwyfar, and Gwenhwyfar, and Gwenhwyfar.
They were both my wife. I loved them both. They both betrayed me.
One will be there, with the third, because I had the children killed.