Then anon Sir Launcelot waked, and set him up, and bethought him what
he had seen there, and whether it were dreams or not. Right so heard he
a voice that said: Sir Launcelot, more harder than is the stone, and
more bitter than is the wood, and more naked and barer than is the leaf
of the fig tree; therefore go thou from hence, and withdraw thee from
this holy place. And when Sir Launcelot heard this he was passing heavy
and wist not what to do, and so departed sore weeping, and cursed the
time that he was born. For then he deemed never to have had worship
more. For those words went to his heart, till that he knew wherefore he
was called so. Then Sir Launcelot went to the cross and found his helm,
his sword, and his horse taken away. And then he called himself a very
wretch, and most unhappy of all knights; and there he said: My sin and
my wickedness have brought me unto great dishonour. For when I sought
worldly adventures for worldly desires, I ever enchieved them and had
the better in every place, and never was I discomfit in no quarrel,
were it right or wrong. And now I take upon me the adventures of holy
things, and now I see and understand that mine old sin hindereth me and
shameth me, so that I had no power to stir nor speak when the holy
blood appeared afore me. So thus he sorrowed till it was day, and heard
the fowls sing: then somewhat he was comforted. But when Sir Launcelot
missed his horse and his harness then he wist well God was displeased
with him.
Then he departed from the cross on foot into a forest; and so by prime
he came to an high hill, and found an hermitage and a hermit therein
which was going unto mass. And then Launcelot kneeled down and cried on
Our Lord mercy for his wicked works. So when mass was done Launcelot
called him, and prayed him for charity for to hear his life. With a
good will, said the good man. Sir, said he, be ye of King Arthur’s
court and of the fellowship of the Round Table? Yea forsooth, and my
name is Sir Launcelot du Lake that hath been right well said of, and
now my good fortune is changed, for I am the most wretch of the world.
The hermit beheld him and had marvel how he was so abashed. Sir, said
the hermit, ye ought to thank God more than any knight living, for He
hath caused you to have more worldly worship than any knight that now
liveth. And for your presumption to take upon you in deadly sin for to
be in His presence, where His flesh and His blood was, that caused you
ye might not see it with worldly eyes; for He will not appear where
such sinners be, but if it be unto their great hurt and unto their
great shame; and there is no knight living now that ought to give God
so great thank as ye, for He hath given you beauty, seemliness, and
great strength above all other knights; and therefore ye are the more
beholding unto God than any other man, to love Him and dread Him, for
your strength and manhood will little avail you an God be against you.
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