CHAP. XII.

_How Sir Launcelot was commanded by Arthur to handle his wounds, and

anon he was all whole, and how they thanked God._

Mercy, said king Arthur, where is Sir Launcelot du Lake, that he is not

here at this time? Thus as they stood and spake of many things, there

was espied Sir Launcelot, that came riding toward them, and told the

king. Peace, said the king, let no manner thing be said until he be

come to us. So when Sir Launcelot espied king Arthur he descended from

his horse, and came to the king, and saluted him, and them all. Anon as

the maid, Sir Urre’s sister, saw Sir Launcelot, she ran to her brother

there as he lay in his litter, and said, Brother, here is come a knight

that my heart giveth greatly unto. Fair sister, said Sir Urre, so doth

my heart light against him, and certainly I hope now to be healed, for

my heart giveth unto him more than to all these that have searched me.

Then said king Arthur unto Sir Launcelot, Ye must do as we have done;

and told Sir Launcelot what they had done, and shewed him them all that

had searched him. Heaven defend me, said Sir Launcelot, when so many

kings and knights have assayed and failed, that I should presume upon

me to achieve that all ye my lords might not achieve. Ye shall not

choose, said king Arthur, for I will command you for to do as we all

have done. My most renowned lord, said Sir Launcelot, ye know well I

dare not nor may not disobey your commandment, but and I might or

durst, wit you well I would not take upon me to touch that wounded

knight, to that intent that I should pass all other knights; heaven

defend me from that shame. Ye take it wrong, said king Arthur, ye shall

not do it for no presumption, but for to bear us fellowship, insomuch

ye be a fellow of the Table Round, and wit you well, said king Arthur,

and ye prevail not and heal him, I dare say there is no knight in this

land may heal him, and therefore I pray you do as we have done. And

then all the kings and knights for the most part prayed Sir Launcelot

to search him, and then the wounded knight Sir Urre set him up weakly,

and prayed Sir Launcelot heartily, saying, Courteous knight, I require

thee for God’s sake heal my wounds, for me thinketh, ever sithen ye

came here my wounds grieve me not. Ah my fair lord, said Sir Launcelot,

Jesu would that I might help you, I shame me sore that I should be thus

rebuked, for never was I able in worthiness to do so high a thing. Then

Sir Launcelot kneeled down by the wounded knight, saying, My lord

Arthur, I must do your commandment, the which is sore against my heart.

And then he held up his hands, and looked into the east, saying

secretly unto himself, Thou blessed Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I

beseech thee of thy mercy, that my simple worship and honesty be saved,

and thou, blessed Trinity, thou mayest give power to heal this sick

knight, by thy great virtue and grace of thee, but, good Lord, never of

myself. And then Sir Launcelot prayed Sir Urre to let him see his head;

and then, devoutly kneeling, he ransacked the three wounds, that they

bled a little, and forthwith all the wounds fair healed, and seemed as

they had been whole a seven year. And in likewise he searched his body

of other three wounds, and they healed in likewise. And then the last

of all he searched the which was in his hand, and, anon, it healed

fair. Then king Arthur, and all the kings and knights, kneeled down,

and gave thanks and lovings unto God, and to his blessed mother, and

ever Sir Launcelot wept as he had been a child that had been beaten.

Then king Arthur let array priests and clerks in the most devoutest

manner, to bring in Sir Urre within Carlisle, with singing and loving

to God. And when this was done, the king let clothe him in the richest

manner that could be thought; and then were but few better made knights

in all the court, for he was passingly well made and bigly: and Arthur

asked Sir Urre how he felt himself. My good lord, he said, I felt

myself never so lusty. Will ye just, and do deeds of arms? said king

Arthur. Sir, said Sir Urre, and I had all that longed unto justs, I

would soon be ready.

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