CHAP. VIII.

_How Sir Launcelot was delivered out of prison by a lady, and took a

white courser, and came for to keep his day._

So leave we Sir Launcelot, lying within that cave in great pain, and

every day there came a lady and brought him his meat and his drink, and

wooed him to love her. And ever the noble knight Sir Launcelot said her

nay. Sir Launcelot, said she, ye are not wise, for ye may never out of

this prison but if ye have my help, and also your lady queen Guenever

shall be burnt in your default, unless that ye be there at the day of

battle. God defend, said Sir Launcelot, that she should be burnt in my

default: and if it be so, said Sir Launcelot, that I may not be there,

it shall be well understood both at the king and at the queen, and with

all men of worship, that I am dead, sick, or in prison. For all men

that know me will say for me that I am in some evil case, and I be not

there that day, and well I wot there is some good knight, either of my

blood, or some other that loveth me, that will take my quarrel in hand:

and, therefore, said Sir Launcelot, wit ye well ye shall not fear me.

And if there were no more women in all this land but you, I would not

say otherwise. Then art thou shamed, said the lady, and destroyed for

ever. As for world’s shame, Jesu defend me; and as for my distress, it

is welcome, whatsoever it be that God sendeth me. So she came to him

the same day that the battle should be, and said, Sir Launcelot, me

thinketh ye are too hard-hearted, but wouldest thou but kiss me once I

should deliver thee and thine armour, and the best horse that is within

Sir Meliagrance’s stable. As for to kiss you, said Sir Launcelot, I may

do that, and lose no worship, and wit ye well, and I understood there

were any disworship for to kiss you, I would not do it. Then he kissed

her, and then she gat him and brought him to his armour. And when he

was armed, she brought him to a stable, where stood twelve good

coursers, and bad him choose the best. Then Sir Launcelot looked upon a

white courser, the which liked him best, and anon he commanded the

keepers fast to saddle him with the best saddle of war that there was,

and so it was done as he bade. Then gat he his spear in his hand, and

his sword by his side, and commanded the lady unto God, and said, Lady,

for this good deed I shall do you service if ever it be in my power.

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