“Fair son,” said Sir Lavaine, “go and pray thy lord, the hermit, to let in here a knight that is full sore wounded; and this day, tell thy lord, I saw him do more deeds of arms than ever I heard say that any man did.” So the child went in lightly and then he brought the hermit, the which was a passing good man. When Sir Lavaine saw him, he prayed him for succor. “What knight is he?” said the hermit. “Is he of the house of Arthur or not?” “I know not,” said Sir Lavaine, “what is he or what is his name, but well I know I saw him do marvelously this day, as of deeds of arms.” “On whose party was he?” said the hermit. “Sir,” said Lavaine, “he was this day against King Arthur and there he won the prize from all the knights of the Round Table.” “I have seen the day,” said the hermit, “I would have loved him the worse because he was against my lord, King Arthur, for sometime I was one of the fellowship of the Round Table, but I thank God, now I am otherwise disposed. But where is he? Let me see him.” And when the hermit beheld him, he thought that he should know him, but he could not bring him to knowledge because he was so pale. “What knight are ye?” said the hermit. “My fair lord,” said Lancelot, “I am a stranger and a knight adventurous, that laboreth throughout many realms for to win honor.” Then the hermit saw by a wound on his cheek that he was Sir Lancelot. “Alas,” said the hermit, “mine own lord, why conceal you your name from me? Forsooth, I ought to know you of right, for ye are the noblest knight of the world, for well I know you for Sir Lancelot.” “Sir,” said he, “since ye know me, help me if ye can, for I would be out of this pain at once, either to death or to life.” “Have ye no doubt,” said the hermit, “ye shall live and fare right well.” And so the hermit called to him two of his servants and they bore him into the hermitage and lightly unarmed him and laid him in his bed. And then anon the hermit stanched his blood and soon Sir Lancelot was well refreshed and knew himself. Now turn we unto King Arthur and leave we Sir Lancelot in the hermitage. So when the kings were come together on both parties and the great feast should be held, King Arthur asked the King of Northgalis and their fellowship, where was that knight that bore the red sleeve. “Bring him before me, that he may have his praise and honor and the prize as it is right.” Then spake Sir Galahad, the noble prince, “We suppose that knight is injured and that he is never like to see you nor any of us all, and that is the greatest pity that ever we knew of any knight.” “Alas,” said Arthur, “how may this be? Is he so hurt? What is his name?” “Truly,” said they all, “we know not his name, nor from whence he came nor whither he went.” “Alas,” said the King, “this be to me the worst tidings that came to me this seven year, for I would not for all the lands I possess to know that that noble knight were slain.” “Know ye him?” said they all.