“I THINK SHE ought to marry him,” said Morgause. “It would make us all Princesses.” “Morgause!” Elaine exclaimed, in a rare loss of composure. “That’s no good reason to marry someone. She loved Father.” “It’s the only reason,” Morgause replied. “One cannot eat love, after all. He’s a King, and he wants her. She must do it if we are to live. There is no better way to assure our future.”
