{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/mart/mart073.htm","path":"neu/mart/mart073.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/mart073.htm","text":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK IV CHAPTER XIII\n \n Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends and Sagas\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n BOOK IV\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n Next\u00a0\n \n \n CHAPTER XIII\n \n How Morgan would have slain Sir Uriens her husband,\n and how Sir Uwaine her son saved him.\n \n THE meanwhile Morgan le Fay had weened King Arthur had been dead. \n So on a day she espied King Uriens lay <122>in his bed sleeping. \n Then she called unto her a maiden of her counsel, and said, Go\n fetch me my lord's sword, for I saw never better time to slay him\n than now. O madam, said the damosel, an ye slay my lord ye can\n never escape. Care not you, said Morgan le Fay, for now I see my\n time in the which it is best to do it, and therefore hie thee\n fast and fetch me the sword. Then the damosel departed, and\n found Sir Uwaine sleeping upon a bed in another chamber, so she\n went unto Sir Uwaine, and awaked him, and bade him, Arise, and\n wait on my lady your mother, for she will slay the king your\n father sleeping in his bed, for I go to fetch his sword. Well,\n said Sir Uwaine, go on your way, and let me deal. Anon the\n damosel brought Morgan the sword with quaking hands, and she\n lightly took the sword, and pulled it out, and went boldly unto\n the bed's side, and awaited how and where she might slay him\n best. And as she lifted up the sword to smite, Sir Uwaine leapt\n unto his mother, and caught her by the hand, and said, Ah, fiend,\n what wilt thou do? An thou wert not my mother, with this sword I\n should smite off thy head. Ah, said Sir Uwaine, men saith that\n Merlin was begotten of a devil, but I may say an earthly devil\n bare me. O fair son, Uwaine, have mercy upon me, I was tempted\n with a devil, wherefore I cry thee mercy; I will never more do\n so; and save my worship and discover me not. On this covenant,\n said Sir Uwaine, I will forgive it you, so ye will never be about\n to do such deeds. Nay, son, said she, and that I make you\n assurance.","title":"Le Morte d'Arthur BOOK IV CHAPTER XIII","type":"page"}