"Certes", saith he, "Now may I well say that the best Queen in the
world and of most understanding is dead, nor never hereafter shall be
none of equal worth."
"Sir," saith Lancelot to the King, "So it please you, and Messire
Gawain be willing, I will go back toward Cardoil, and help to defend
your land to the best I may, for sore is it discounselled, until such
time as you shall be come from the Graal."
"Certes," saith Messire Gawain to the King, "Lancelot hath spoken well,
so you grant him your consent."
"That do I with right good will," saith the Kind, "And I pray him right
heartily that he go thither and be guardian of my land and the
governance thereof, until such a time as God shall have brought me
back."
Lancelot taketh leave of the King and goeth his way back, all sorrowing
and full of discontent.