“God send you better comfort,” said Sir Launcelot, and so he departed and went into the forest again, and there he met with a damsel who knew him well, and said aloud, “Well are ye come, my lord; and now I require thee on thy knighthood help my brother that is sore wounded, and never ceaseth bleeding, for this day fought he with Sir Gilbert and slew him in plain battle.
Калі яны засталіся ўдвух, князь жэстам паказаў, каб той сеў каля ложка.— Ты добры чалавек і мой прыяцель, — загаварыў князь. — Я ж — грэшнае стварэнне, не раз гнявіў і цяпер гняўлю Пана Бога, але, павер мне, я ў душы не злы чалавек.