CHAP. I.

_How Sir Launcelot rode on his adventure, and how he holpe a dolorous

lady from her pain, and how that he fought with a dragon._

Now leave we Sir Tristram de Liones, and speak we of Sir Launcelot du

Lake, and Sir Galahad, Sir Launcelot’s son, how he was born, and in

what manner, as the book of French rehearseth. Afore the time that Sir

Galahad was born, there came in an hermit unto king Arthur, upon

Whitsunday, as the knights sat at the Table Round. And when the hermit

saw the siege perilous, he asked the king and all the knights why that

siege was void. Sir Arthur and all the knights answered, There shall

never none sit in that siege but one, but if he be destroyed. Then,

said the hermit, wot ye what is he? Nay, said Arthur and all the

knights, we wot not who is he that shall sit therein. Then wot I, said

the hermit, for he that shall sit there is unborn, and this same year

he shall be born that shall sit there in that siege perilous, and he

shall win the Sangreal. When this hermit had made this mention he

departed from the court of king Arthur. And then after this feast Sir

Launcelot rode on his adventures, till on a time by adventure he passed

over the bridge of Corbin, and there he saw the fairest tower that ever

he saw, and thereunder was a fair town full of people, and all the

people, men and women, cried at once. Welcome Sir Launcelot du Lake,

the flower of all knighthood, for by thee all we shall be holpen out of

danger. What mean ye, said Sir Launcelot, that ye cry so upon me? Ah,

fair knight, said they all, here is within this tower a dolorous lady

that hath been there in pains many winters: for ever she boileth in

scalding water. And but late, said all the people, Sir Gawaine was

here, and he might not help her, and so he left her in pain. So may I,

said Sir Launcelot, leave her in pain as well as Sir Gawaine did. Nay,

said the people, we know well that it is Sir Launcelot that shall

deliver her. Well, said Launcelot, then show me what I shall do. Then

they brought Sir Launcelot into the tower. And when he came to the

chamber there as this lady was, the doors of iron unlocked and

unbolted. And so Sir Launcelot went into the chamber that was as hot as

any stew, and there Sir Launcelot took the fairest lady by the hand

that ever he saw, and she was naked as a needle, and by enchantment

queen Morgan le Fay and the queen of Northgalis had put her there in

that pains because she was called the fairest lady of that country. And

there she had been five years, and never might she be delivered out of

her great pains unto the time the best knight of the world had taken

her by the hand. Then the people brought her clothes. And when she was

arrayed, Sir Launcelot thought she was the fairest lady of the world,

but if it were queen Guenever. Then this lady said to Sir Launcelot,

Sir, if it please you will ye go with me hereby into a chapel that we

may give loving and thanking to God? Madam, said Sir Launcelot, cometh

on with me, I will go with you. So when they came there, and gave

thankings to God, all the people, both learned and lay, gave thankings

unto God and him, and said, Sir knight, since ye have delivered this

lady, ye shall deliver us from a serpent that is here in a tomb. Then

Sir Launcelot took his shield, and said, Bring me thither, and what I

may do unto the pleasure of God and you, I will do. So when Sir

Launcelot came thither, he saw written upon the tomb letters of gold

that said thus: Here shall come a libbard of king’s blood and he shall

slay this serpent, and this libbard shall engender a lion in this

foreign country, the which lion shall pass all other knights. So then

Sir Launcelot lift up the tomb, and there came out an horrible and a

fiendly dragon spitting fire out of his mouth. Then Sir Launcelot drew

out his sword and fought with the dragon long, and at last with great

pain Sir Launcelot slew that dragon. Therewithal came king Pelles, the

good and noble knight, and saluted Sir Launcelot, and he him again.

Fair knight, said the king, what is your name? I require you of your

knighthood tell me.

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