"Sir," saith Briant, "By the faith that I owe to you, none amends will
I have of him nor other until such time as I have drawn as much blood
of his body as did he of mine, and I will well that he know it."
With that Briant departeth from the court all wrathful, but if that
Lancelot had not feared to anger the King, Briant would not have ridden
a league English or ever he had followed and forced him to fight.
Briant goeth toward the Castle of the Hard Rock, and saith that better
would it have been for the King that Lancelot were still in prison, for
that such a plea will he move against him and he may bring it to bear,
as that he shall lose thereof the best parcel of his land. He is gone
into the land of King Claudas, and saith that now at last hath he need
of his aid, for Lancelot is issued forth of the King's prison and is
better loved at court than all other, so that the King believeth in no
counsel save his only. King Claudas sweareth unto him and maketh
pledge that never will he fail him, and Briant to him again.