. The book of romance; . his hanging. Where ? asked the Queen, and as she spoke she es-pied that it was Sir Lancelot, and that his horse wasfollowing riderless. Well is he that has a trustyfriend, said she, for a noble Knight is hard pressedwhen he rides in a cart, and she rebuked the lady whohad declared he was going to his hanging. It was foultalking, to liken the noblest Knight in the world to onegoing to a shameful death. By this Sir Lancelot had cometo the gate of the castle, and he got down and called tillthe castle rang with his voice. Where is that false traitorSir Meliagraunce, Knight
. The book of romance; . his hanging. Where ? asked the Queen, and as she spoke she es-pied that it was Sir Lancelot, and that his horse wasfollowing riderless. Well is he that has a trustyfriend, said she, for a noble Knight is hard pressedwhen he rides in a cart, and she rebuked the lady whohad declared he was going to his hanging. It was foultalking, to liken the noblest Knight in the world to onegoing to a shameful death. By this Sir Lancelot had cometo the gate of the castle, and he got down and called tillthe castle rang with his voice. Where is that false traitorSir Meliagraunce, Knight of the Bound Table ? Comeforth, you and your company, for I, Sir Lancelot duLake, am here to do battle with you. Then he burstthe gate open wide, and smote the porter who tried tohold it against him. When Sir Meliagraunce heard SirLancelots voice, he ran into Queen Gueneveres cham-ber, and fell on his knees before her: Mercy, Madam,mercy! I throw myself upon your grace. What ails you now ? said she ; of a truth I might. LANCELOT AND GUENEVERE 141 well expect some good Knight to avenge me, though mylord Arthur knew not of your work. Madam, I will make such amends as you yourselfmay desire/ pleaded Sir Meliagraunce, and I trustwholly to your grace. What would you have me do ? asked the Queen. Rule in this castle as if it were your own, and giveSir Lancelot cheer till to-morrow, and then you shall allreturn to Westminster. You say well/ answered the Queen. Peace is everbetter than war, and I take no pleasure in fighting. Soshe went down with her ladies to Sir Lancelot, who stillstood full of rage in the inner court, calling as before, Traitor Knight, come forth ! Sir Lancelot, asked the Queen, what is the cause ofall this wrath ? Madam, replied Sir Lancelot, does such a questioncome from you ? Methinks your wrath should be greaterthan mine, for all the hurt and the dishonour have fallenupon you. My own hurt is but little, but the shame isworse than any hurt. You say truly, replie
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