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“
Fair
sir
,
”
replied
Sir
Bors
,
“
remember
what
honour
ye
have
in
this
country
,
and
how
ye
are
called
the
noblest
knight
in
the
world
;
wherefore
go
not
,
for
women
are
hasty
,
and
do
often
what
they
sore
repent
of
afterwards
.
Be
ruled
by
my
advice
.
Take
horse
and
ride
to
the
hermitage
beside
Windsor
,
and
there
abide
till
I
send
ye
better
tidings
.
”
To
that
Sir
Lancelot
consented
,
and
departed
with
a
sorrowful
countenance
.
Now
when
the
queen
heard
of
his
leaving
she
was
inwardly
sorry
,
but
made
no
show
of
grief
,
bearing
a
proud
visage
outwardly
.
And
on
a
certain
day
she
made
a
costly
banquet
to
all
the
knights
of
the
Round
Table
,
to
show
she
had
as
great
joy
in
all
others
as
in
Sir
Lancelot
.
And
at
the
banquet
were
Sir
Gawain
,
and
his
brothers
Sir
Agravaine
,
Sir
Gaheris
,
and
Sir
Gareth
;
also
Sir
Modred
,
Sir
Bors
,
Sir
Blamor
,
Sir
Bleoberis
,
Sir
Ector
,
Sir
Lionel
,
Sir
Palomedes
,
Sir
Mador
de
la
Port
,
and
his
cousin
Sir
Patrice
—
a
knight
of
Ireland
,
Sir
Pinell
le
Savage
,
and
many
more
.
Now
Sir
Pinell
hated
Sir
Gawain
because
he
had
slain
one
of
his
kinsmen
by
treason
;
and
Sir
Gawain
had
a
great
love
for
all
kinds
of
fruit
,
which
,
when
Sir
Pinell
knew
,
he
poisoned
certain
apples
that
were
set
upon
the
table
,
with
intent
to
slay
him
.
And
so
it
chanced
as
they
ate
and
made
merry
,
Sir
Patrice
,
who
sat
next
to
Sir
Gawain
,
took
one
of
the
poisoned
apples
and
eat
it
,
and
when
he
had
eaten
he
suddenly
swelled
up
and
fell
down
dead
.
At
that
every
knight
leapt
from
the
board
ashamed
and
enraged
nigh
out
of
their
wits
,
for
they
knew
not
what
to
say
,
yet
seeing
that
the
queen
had
made
the
banquet
they
all
had
suspicion
of
her
.
“
My
lady
the
queen
,
”
said
Sir
Gawain
,
“
I
wit
well
this
fruit
was
meant
for
me
,
for
all
men
know
my
love
for
it
,
and
now
had
I
been
nearly
slain
;
wherefore
,
I
fear
me
,
ye
will
be
ashamed
.
”
“
This
shall
not
end
so
,
”
cried
Sir
Mador
de
la
Port
;
“
now
have
I
lost
a
noble
knight
of
my
own
blood
,
and
for
this
despite
and
shame
I
will
be
revenged
to
the
uttermost
.
”
Then
he
challenged
Queen
Guinevere
concerning
the
death
of
his
cousin
,
but
she
stood
still
,
sore
abashed
,
and
anon
with
her
sorrow
and
dread
,
she
swooned
.
