It was all there in the strange rapture he aroused in her that she felt pulsating through her and knew it was what she had felt when she had read of King Arthur himself, his deeds of valour and heroism.
The Duke drew her into a mystical world that she had always sensed, yet had never been fully a part of, until now.
Because it was so perfect and was, to her, the finding of the Holy Grail that she had sought and longed for, she felt that he carried her up to God and they were no longer human, but divine.
The Duke’s lips became more insistent, more demanding, and yet there was a kind of reverence that she had always known must be the real love if ever she found it.
It was the love she had imagined and which had been expressed in the Arthurian legends, and yet now was real, as real as she
