His counsel: "Knowest thou aught of Arthur's birth?"

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Then while the King debated with himself,

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. . . . . there came to Cameliard,

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Lot's wife, the Queen of Orkney, Bellicent;
Whom . . . . . . . . the King
Made feast for, as they sat at meat:

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'Ye come from Arthur's court. Victor his men
Report him! Yea, but ye--think ye this king--
So many those that hate him, and so strong,
So few his knights, however brave they be--
Hath body enow to hold his foeman down?'

'O King,' she cried, 'and I will tell thee: few,
Few, but all brave, all of one mind with him;
For I was near him when the savage yells
Of Uther's peerage died, and Arthur sat
Crowned on the dais, and all his warriors cried,
"Be thou the King, and we will work thy will