"But now am I taken in a trap, for, so long as you have the sword, not
one of them that are there yonder can do you evil nor hinder you of
going."
Of this was Lancelot not sorry. He taketh leave of the damsel, that
departeth grudgingly, garnisheth him again of his arms, then mounteth
again on his horse and goeth his way right through the grave-yard. He
beholdeth this evil folk, that were so foul and huge and hideous, it
seemed as if they would devour everything. They made way for Lancelot,
and had no power to hurt him. He is issued forth of the grave-yard and
goeth his way through the forest until daylight appeared about him,
fair and clear. He found the hermit there where he had heard mass,
then ate a little, then departed and rode the day long until setting of
the sun, but could find no hold on the one side nor the other wherein
he might lodge, and so was benighted in the forest.