And then he led Sir Bors into an high tower, and there he found knights
and ladies: those ladies said he was welcome, and so they unarmed him.
And when he was in his doublet men brought him a mantle furred with
ermine, and put it about him; and then they made him such cheer that he
had forgotten all his sorrow and anguish, and only set his heart in
these delights and dainties, and took no thought more for his brother,
Sir Lionel, neither of Sir Launcelot du Lake, his cousin. And anon came
out of a chamber to him the fairest lady than ever he saw, and more
richer beseen than ever he saw Queen Guenever or any other estate. Lo,
said they, Sir Bors, here is the lady unto whom we owe all our service,
and I trow she be the richest lady and the fairest of all the world,
and the which loveth you best above all other knights, for she will
have no knight but you. And when he understood that language he was
abashed. Not for then she saluted him, and he her; and then they sat
down together and spake of many things, in so much that she besought
him to be her love, for she had loved him above all earthly men, and
she should make him richer than ever was man of his age. When Bors
understood her words he was right evil at ease, which in no manner
would not break chastity, so wist not he how to answer her.
CHAPTER XII. How the devil in a woman’s likeness would have had Sir
Bors to have lain by her, and how by God’s grace he escaped.
Alas, said she, Bors, shall ye not do my will? Madam, said Bors, there
is no lady in the world whose will I will fulfil as of this thing, for
my brother lieth dead which was slain right late. Ah Bors, said she, I
have loved you long for the great beauty I have seen in you, and the
great hardiness that I have heard of you, that needs ye must lie by me
this night, and therefore I pray you grant it me. Truly, said he, I
shall not do it in no manner wise. Then she made him such sorrow as
though she would have died. Well Bors, said she, unto this have ye
brought me, nigh to mine end. And therewith she took him by the hand,
and bade him behold her. And ye shall see how I shall die for your
love. Ah, said then he, that shall I never see.
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