_Of the joy of king Arthur and the queen had of the achievement of the
Sangreal; and how Launcelot fell to his old love again._
So after the quest of the Sancgreal was fulfilled, and all knights that
were left on live were come again unto the Table Round, as the book of
the Sancgreal maketh mention, then was there great joy in the court,
and in especial king Arthur and queen Guenever made great joy of the
remnant that were come home, and passing glad was the king and the
queen of Sir Launcelot and of Sir Bors. For they had been passing long
away in the quest of the Sancgreal. Then, as the book saith, Sir
Launcelot began to resort unto queen Guenever again, and forgat the
promise and the perfection that he made in the quest. For, as the book
saith, had not Sir Launcelot been in his privy thoughts and in his mind
so set inwardly to the queen, as he was in seeming outward to God,
there had no knight passed him in the quest of the Sancgreal: but ever
his thoughts were privily on the queen, and so they loved together more
hotter than they did toforehand, that many in the court spake of it,
and in especial Sir Agravaine, Sir Gawaine’s brother, for he was ever
open mouthed. So befell that Sir Launcelot had many resorts of ladies
and damsels, that daily resorted unto him, that besought him to be
their champion. And in all such matters of right Sir Launcelot appealed
him daily to do for the pleasure of our Lord Jesu Christ. And ever as
much as he might he withdrew him from the company and fellowship of
queen Guenever, for to eschew the slander and noise: wherefore the
queen waxed wroth with Sir Launcelot, and upon a day she called Sir
Launcelot unto her chamber, and said thus: Sir Launcelot, I see and
feel daily that thy love beginneth to slake, for thou hast no joy to be
in my presence, but ever thou art out of this court, and quarrels and
matters thou hast now adays for ladies and gentlewomen, more than ever
thou were wont to have aforehand. Ah, madam, said Launcelot, in this ye
must hold me excused for divers causes. One is, I was but late in the
quest of the Sancgreal, and I thank God, of his great mercy, and never
of my deserving, that I saw in that my quest as much as ever saw any
sinful man, and so was it told me. And if I had not had my privy
thoughts to return to your love again as I do, I had seen as great
mysteries as ever saw my son Galahad, or Percivale, or Sir Bors, and
therefore, madam, I was but late in that quest. Wit ye well, madam, it
may not be yet lightly forgotten the high service in whom I did my
diligent labour. Also, madam, wit ye well that there be many men speak
of our love in this court, and have you and me greatly in a wait, as
Sir Agravaine, and Sir Mordred: and, madam, wit ye well, I dread them
more for your sake than for any fear that I have of them myself, for I
may happen to escape and rid myself in a great need, where ye must
abide all that will be said unto you. And then if that ye fall in any
distress through wilful folly, then is there none other remedy or help
but by me and my blood. And wit ye well, madam, the boldness of you and
me will bring us to great shame and slander, and that were me loth to
see you dishonoured. And that is the cause that I take upon me more for
to do for damsels and maidens than ever I did tofore, that men should
understand my joy and my delight is my pleasure to have ado for damsels
and maidens.