Warwick Deeping,
Uther and Igraine — Book II: Chapter X
(1903)
“ The armour was like the armour of Pelleas, but the face was the face of the man Gorlois. And now the eyes under the shadow of the cromlech were full and strong upon Igraine. Breathing fast with a hand at her throat she stepped back from Gorlois--hesitated--stood still. She was very white, and her eyes were big and sightless like the eyes of one walking in a dream. For all her strength, her scorn, and the tricking of her heart, she was being swept like a cloud into the embraces of the sun. Reason, power, love, sank away and became as nothing. ”
