_How Sir Launcelot began to sicken, and after died, whose body was
borne to Joyous Gard for to be buried._
Then Sir Launcelot never after eat but little meat, nor drank, till he
was dead; for then he sickened more and more, and dried and dwined
away; for the bishop nor none of his fellows might not make him to eat,
and little he drank, that he was waxen by a cubit shorter than he was,
that the people could not know him; for evermore day and night he
prayed, but sometime he slumbered a broken sleep, and ever he was lying
groveling on the tomb of king Arthur and queen Guenever. And there was
no comfort that the bishop, nor Sir Bors, nor none of his fellows could
make him, it availed not. So within six weeks after, Sir Launcelot fell
sick, and lay in his bed; and then he sent for the bishop that there
was hermit, and all his true fellows. Then Sir Launcelot said with
dreary voice, Sir bishop, I pray you give to me all my rights that
longeth to a Christian man. It shall not need you, said the hermit and
all his fellows, it is but heaviness of your blood: ye shall be well
amended by the grace of God to-morn. My fair lords, said Sir Launcelot,
wit you well, my careful body will into the earth. I have warning more
then now I will say, therefore give me my rights. So when he was
houseled and eneled, and had all that a Christian man ought to have, he
prayed the bishop that his fellows might bear his body to Joyous Gard.
Some men say it was Anwick, and some men say it was Bamborow. Howbeit,
said Sir Launcelot, me repenteth sore, but I made mine avow sometime
that in Joyous Gard I would be buried, and because of breaking of mine
avow, I pray you all lead me thither. Then there was weeping and
wringing of hands among his fellows. So at a season of the night they
went all to their beds, for they all lay in one chamber. And so after
midnight, against day, the bishop that was hermit, as he lay in his bed
asleep, he fell upon a great laughter: and therewith all the fellowship
awoke, and came unto the bishop, and asked him what he ailed. Alas,
said the bishop, why did ye awake me, I was never in all my life so
merry and so well at ease. Wherefore? said Sir Bors. Truly, said the
bishop, here was Sir Launcelot with me, with more angels than ever I
saw men upon one day; and I saw the angels heave Sir Launcelot unto
heaven, and the gates of heaven opened against him. It is but the
vexing of dreams, said Sir Bors, for I doubt not Sir Launcelot aileth
nothing but good. It may well be, said the bishop, go ye to his bed,
and then shall ye prove the sooth. So when Sir Bors and his fellows
came to his bed they found him stark dead, and he lay as he had smiled,
and the sweetest savour about him that ever they felt. Then was there
weeping and wringing of hands, and the greatest dole they made that
ever made men. And on the morn the bishop did his mass of Requiem; and
after the bishop and all the nine knights put Sir Launcelot in the same
horse bier that queen Guenever was laid in tofore that she was buried:
and so the bishop and they altogether went with the corpse of Sir
Launcelot daily, till they came to Joyous Gard, and ever they had an
hundred torches burning about him; and so within fifteen days they came
to Joyous Gard. And there they laid his corpse in the body of the
quire, and sang and read many psalters and prayers over him and about
him; and ever his visage was laid open and naked, that all folk might
behold him; for such was the custom in those days, that all men of
worship should so lie with open visage till that they were buried. And
right thus as they were at their service, there came Sir Ector de
Maris, that had seven year sought all England, Scotland, and Wales,
seeking his brother Sir Launcelot.