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Then
was
Sir
Lancelot
passing
wroth
,
and
cried
,
“
Thou
traitor
!
Thou
hast
shamed
me
for
ever
!
”
and
,
alighting
from
his
horse
,
he
drew
his
sword
to
have
slain
him
instantly
;
but
the
knight
fell
on
the
ground
and
clasped
Sir
Lancelot
’
s
knees
,
and
cried
out
for
mercy
.
“
Thou
shameful
knight
,
”
answered
Lancelot
,
“
thou
mayest
have
no
mercy
,
for
thou
showedst
none
,
therefore
arise
and
fight
with
me
.
”
“
Nay
,
”
said
the
knight
,
“
I
will
not
rise
till
thou
dost
grant
me
mercy
.
”
“
Now
will
I
deal
fairly
by
thee
,
”
said
Sir
Lancelot
;
“
I
will
unarm
me
to
my
shirt
,
and
have
my
sword
only
in
my
hand
,
and
if
thou
canst
slay
me
thou
shall
be
quit
for
ever
.
”
“
That
will
I
never
do
,
”
said
the
knight
.
“
Then
,
”
answered
Sir
Lancelot
,
“
take
this
lady
and
the
head
,
and
bear
it
with
thee
,
and
swear
to
me
upon
thy
sword
never
to
rest
until
thou
comest
to
Queen
Guinevere
.
”
“
That
will
I
do
,
”
said
he
.
“
Now
,
”
said
Sir
Lancelot
,
“
tell
me
thy
name
.
”
“
It
is
Pedivere
,
”
answered
the
knight
.
“
In
a
shameful
hour
wert
thou
born
,
”
said
Sir
Lancelot
.
So
Sir
Pedivere
departed
,
bearing
with
him
the
dead
lady
and
her
head
.
And
when
he
came
to
Winchester
,
where
the
Queen
was
with
King
Arthur
,
he
told
them
all
the
truth
;
and
afterwards
did
great
and
heavy
penance
many
years
,
and
became
an
holy
hermit
