My understanding was that Arthur sired Mordred unknowing of his relation to Morgan, either out of his own temporary ignorance or else while under enchantment; either way, Morgan was portrayed as the culpable one in that fling. But maybe that’s just due to Bowdlerization. Or fewmets.
Yes, it has been said by many accountings that neither of them knew who the other was, until it was all said and done. Then there are some who say that Morgen knew, that she orchestrated the whole thing… I guess it all depends on what slant you want to put on it. There are so many versions and re-tellings!
And in Sir James Knowles’ “The Legends of KING ARTHUR and his KNIGHTS” (1862), Modred (sic) is the product of Arthur’s union with his half-sister Belisent, sent by her husband to spy on Arthur, not Morgan le Fay.
But, perhaps the “definitive” work is “Le Mort d’Arthur”, by Thomas Malory, written in the early 15th century (Malory snuffed it in 1470).
In Volume 1, it’s neither Morgan le Fay nor Belisent, but Igraine:
CHAPTER XIX
How King Arthur rode to Carlion, and of his dream,
and how he saw the questing beast.
THEN after the departing of King Ban and of King Bors, King
Arthur rode into Carlion. And thither came to him, King Lot’s
wife, of Orkney, in manner of a message, but she was sent thither
to espy the court of King Arthur; and she came richly beseen,
with her four sons, Gawaine, Gaheris, Agravine, and Gareth, with
many other knights and ladies. For she was a passing fair lady,
therefore the king cast great love unto her, and desired to lie
by her; so they were agreed, and he begat upon her Mordred, and
she was his sister, on his mother’s side, Igraine. So there she
rested her a month, and at the last departed. Then the king
dreamed a marvellous dream whereof he was sore adread. But all
this time King Arthur knew not that King Lot’s wife was his
sister.
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars
Capturing moments of life in a jar
Playing with children, acting as stars
Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind
Take extra care not to lose what you feel
The apple you’re eating is simple and real
Water the flowers that grow at you heel
guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind
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