CHAP. VIII.

_How when Sir Launcelot heard of the death of king Arthur, and of Sir

Gawaine, and other matters, he came into England._

And when he heard in his country that Sir Mordred was crowned king in

England, and made war against king Arthur his own father, and would let

him to land in his own land; also it was told Sir Launcelot how that

Sir Mordred had laid siege about the tower of London, because the queen

would not wed him; then was Sir Launcelot wroth out of measure, and

said to his kinsmen, Alas, that double traitor Sir Mordred, now me

repenteth that ever he escaped my hands, for much shame hath he done

unto my lord Arthur. For all I feel by the doleful letter that my lord

Gawaine sent me, on whose soul Jesu have mercy, that my lord Arthur is

right hard bested. Alas, said Sir Launcelot, that ever I should live to

hear that most noble king, that made me knight, thus to be overset with

his subject in his own realm. And this doleful letter that my lord Sir

Gawaine hath sent me afore his death, praying me to see his tomb, wit

you well his doleful words shall never go from mine heart. For he was a

full noble knight as ever was born, and in an unhappy hour was I born,

that ever I should have that unhap to slay first Sir Gawaine, Sir

Gaheris the good knight, and mine own friend Sir Gareth, that full

noble knight. Alas, I may say I am unhappy, said Sir Launcelot, that

ever I should do thus unhappily; and, alas, yet might I never have hap

to slay that traitor Sir Mordred. Leave your complaints, said Sir Bors,

and first revenge you of the death of Sir Gawaine, and it will be well

done that ye see Sir Gawaine’s tomb, and secondly that ye revenge my

lord Arthur and my lady queen Guenever. I thank you, said Sir

Launcelot, for ever ye will my worship. Then they made them ready in

all the haste that might be, with ships and galleys with Sir Launcelot

and his host, to pass into England. And so he passed over the sea till

he came to Dover: and there he landed with seven kings, and the number

was hideous to behold. Then Sir Launcelot enquired of men of Dover

where was king Arthur become? Then the people told him how that he was

slain, and Sir Mordred and an hundred thousand died on a day, and how

Sir Mordred gave king Arthur there the first battle at his landing, and

there was good Sir Gawaine slain, and on the morn Sir Mordred fought

with the king upon Barham Down, and there the king put Sir Mordred to

the worse. Alas, said Sir Launcelot, this is the heaviest tidings that

ever came to me. Now, fair sirs, said Sir Launcelot, shew me the tomb

of Sir Gawaine. And then certain people of the town brought him into

the castle of Dover, and showed him the tomb. Then Sir Launcelot

kneeled down and wept and prayed heartily for his soul. And that night

he made a dole, and all they that would come had as much flesh, fish,

wine, and ale, and every man and woman had twelve pence, come who

would. Thus with his own hand dealt he his money in a mourning gown;

and ever he wept, and prayed them to pray for the soul of Sir Gawaine.

And on the morn all the priests and clerks that might be gotten in the

country were there, and sung mass of Requiem. And there offered first

Sir Launcelot and he offered an hundred pound, and then the seven kings

offered forty pound a piece, and also there was a thousand knights, and

each of them offered a pound, and the offering dured from morn till

night. And Sir Launcelot lay two nights on his tomb in prayers and in

weeping. Then on the third day Sir Launcelot called the kings, dukes,

earls, barons and knights, and said thus: My fair lords, I thank you

all of your coming into this country with me; but we come too late, and

that shall repent me while I live, but against death may no man rebel.

But sithen it is so, said Sir Launcelot, I will myself ride and seek my

lady queen Guenever, for as I hear say, she hath great pain and much

disease, and I heard say that she is fled into the west country,

therefore ye all that abide me here, and but if I come again within

fifteen days, then take your ships, and your fellowship, and depart

into your country. For I will do as I say to you.

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