And when Kevin saw the thing already accomplished, no doubt he too would choose to support the new King of Avalon. None can match him at arms, either, nor in the games Arthur holds at Caerleon. Later in the day a crook-backed old crone brought her some greasy roast meat and a hunk of barley bread, and jugs of water and beer. She said, How will God give us the victory, if we will not put away from us all the symbols of sorcery and fight beneath his cross?
She brought Niniane to the pool, then stopped for a moment to look at the sky. She was fostered away in the North somewhere, but she came to us five or six seasons ago. She turned her back on the convent and walked down to the Lake, along the old path by the shore. I would like to see the shrine, she said, sincerely enough.