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Then
the
king
ordered
the
trumpets
to
blow
for
the
end
of
the
tourney
,
and
the
prize
to
be
given
by
the
heralds
to
the
knight
with
the
white
shield
who
bore
the
red
sleeve
.
But
ere
Sir
Lancelot
was
found
by
the
heralds
,
came
the
King
of
the
Hundred
Knights
,
the
King
of
North
Wales
,
the
King
of
Northumberland
,
and
Sir
Galahaut
,
and
said
to
him
,
“
Fair
knight
,
God
bless
thee
,
for
much
have
ye
done
this
day
for
us
;
wherefore
we
pray
ye
come
with
us
and
receive
the
honour
and
the
prize
as
ye
have
worshipfully
deserved
it
.
”
“
My
fair
lords
,
”
said
Sir
Lancelot
,
“
wit
ye
well
if
I
have
deserved
thanks
,
I
have
sore
bought
them
,
for
I
am
like
never
to
escape
with
my
life
;
therefore
I
pray
ye
let
me
depart
,
for
I
am
sore
hurt
.
I
take
no
thought
of
honour
,
for
I
had
rather
rest
me
than
be
lord
of
all
the
world
.
”
And
therewith
he
groaned
piteously
,
and
rode
a
great
gallop
away
from
them
.
And
Sir
Lavaine
rode
after
him
,
sad
at
heart
,
for
the
broken
spear
still
stuck
fast
in
Sir
Lancelot
’
s
side
,
and
the
blood
streamed
sorely
from
the
wound
.
Anon
they
came
near
a
wood
more
than
a
mile
from
the
lists
,
where
he
knew
he
could
be
hidden
.
Then
said
he
to
Sir
Lavaine
,
“
O
gentle
knight
,
help
me
to
pull
out
this
spear
-
head
from
my
side
,
for
the
pain
thereof
nigh
killeth
me
.
”
“
Dear
lord
,
”
said
he
,
“
I
fain
would
help
ye
;
but
I
dread
to
draw
it
forth
,
lest
ye
should
die
for
loss
of
blood
.
”
“
I
charge
you
as
you
love
me
,
”
said
Sir
Lancelot
,
“
draw
it
out
.
”
So
they
dismounted
,
and
with
a
mighty
wrench
Sir
Lavaine
drew
the
spear
forth
from
Sir
Lancelot
’
s
side
;
whereat
he
gave
a
marvellous
great
shriek
and
ghastly
groan
,
and
all
his
blood
leaped
forth
in
a
full
stream
.
Then
he
sank
swooning
to
the
earth
,
with
a
visage
pale
as
death
.
“
Alas
!
”
cried
Sir
Lavaine
,
“
what
shall
I
do
now
?
”
And
then
he
turned
his
master
’
s
face
towards
the
wind
,
and
sat
by
him
nigh
half
an
hour
while
he
lay
quiet
as
one
dead
.
But
at
the
last
he
lifted
up
his
eyes
,
and
said
,
“
I
pray
ye
bear
me
on
my
horse
again
,
and
lead
me
to
a
hermit
who
dwelleth
within
two
miles
hence
,
for
he
was
formerly
a
knight
of
Arthur
’
s
court
,
and
now
hath
mighty
skill
in
medicine
and
herbs
.
”
