“The King must wed.”
“This is no mere choosing of a horse.”
“Sire, you can learn to love. It is not so difficult a thing, no more than falling down upon a bed of roses.”
The retort was in no wise suited to Uther’s humour.
“I am no boy to be married on the moment to cap the reading of a vision.”
“Sire!”
“Bring me the woman I may love, if you are magical enough,—then bid me wed.”
“My lord, you mock me with a dream.”
“Not so.”
“She is dead then?”