Of the five sons of Morgause, all tended towards the lean. Gawain was the only one of them who could truly be accounted large, and I knew the truth of that: that he worked daily to add muscle to his otherwise thin frame. Gaheris had never outgrown the look of a lanky youth – big hands, big feet, rangy limbs. Gareth was the shortest of the five, compact enough to stick in one of the castle’s ovens, but he had a sharpness to his face that kept him from a feminine appearance.

Mordred, it’s been said, looks like a woman. Given that wild wizards can change their sex, that’s probably not a surprise; those who’ve said such have likely seen him as a woman and not realized what they saw. In his usual male body, though, there’s nothing particularly feminine about him, save his hair, but he won’t cut it. (I’m not sure if that’s out of defiance or simple lack of interest.)

Of course, he does make a rather masculine woman. Lady Mordred would never be called pretty, though “handsome” might apply.

Agravain, on the other hand, does look like a woman – so much so that he grew out his beard in self-defense. (It doesn’t save him from bearded lady jokes, though.) In fact, he looks a hell of a lot like his mother – or his aunt.

He has their eyes, too – witch eyes, with a witch’s sight. He sees far more than he lets on, and undoubtedly more than he cares to. He tells no one what he sees, though.

Well, no one save Mordred.