gone, and tarry you here, I entreat you, for fifteen days, and if I should not return take your ships and depart into your own country.’
Sir Bors strove to reason with him that the quest was fruitless, and that in the west country he would find few friends; but his words availed nothing. For seven days Sir Lancelot rode, and at last he came to a nunnery, where Queen Guenevere was looking out from her lattice, and was ware of his presence as he walked in the cloister. And when she saw him she swooned, and her ladies and gentlewomen tended her. When she was recovered, she spoke to them and said, ‘You will marvel, fair ladies, why I should swoon. It was caused by the sight of yonder Knight who stands there, and I pray you bring him to me.’ As soon as Sir Lancelot was brought she said to her ladies, ‘Through me and this man has this war been wrought, for which I repent me night and day. Therefore, Sir Lancelot, I require and pray you never to see my face again, but go back to your own land, and govern it and protect it; and take to yourself a wife, and pray that my soul may be made clean of its ill doing.’
‘Nay, Madam,’ answered Sir Lancelot, ‘that shall I never do; but the same life that you have taken upon you, will I take upon me likewise.’
‘If you will do so,’ said the Queen, ‘it is well; but I may never believe but that you will turn to the world again.’
‘Well, Madam,’ answered he, ‘you speak as it pleases you, but you never knew me false to my promise, and I will forsake the world as you have done. For if in the quest of the Sangreal I had forsaken its vanities with all my heart and will, I had passed all Knights in the quest, except Sir Galahad my son. And therefore, lady, since you have taken you to perfection, I must do so also, and if I may find a hermit that will receive me I will
