The Boy's King Arthur: Sir Thomas Malory's History of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round TableMalory, Thomas, Sir
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The Boy's King Arthur: Sir Thomas Malory's History of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table
Malory, Thomas, Sir
Arthur, King -- Legends; Arthurian romances -- Adaptations; Folklore -- England; Knights and knighthood -- Folklore
Right so Sir Launcelot departed, and when he came unto the Chapel
Perilous he alighted down, and tied his horse to a little gate. And as
soon as he was within the church-yard he saw on the front of the chapel
many fair rich shields turned up so down [_upside down_], and many of
the shields Sir Launcelot had seen knights bear beforehand. With that
he saw by him stand there thirty great knights, more by a yard than
any man that ever he had seen, and all those grinned and gnashed at
Sir Launcelot. And when he saw their countenance he dread him sore,
and so put his shield afore him, and took his sword in his hand ready
unto battle; and they were all armed in black harness, ready with their
shields and their swords drawn. And when Sir Launcelot would have gone
throughout them, they scattered on every side of him, and gave him the
way, and therewith he waxed all bold and entered into the chapel, and
then he saw no light but a dim lamp burning, and then was he ware of a
corpse covered with a cloth of silk. Then Sir Launcelot stooped down
and cut a piece away of that cloth, and then it fared under him as
the earth had quaked a little; therewithal he feared. And then he saw
a fair sword lie by the dead knight, and that he gat in his hand and
hied him out of the chapel. Anon as ever he was in the chapel-yard all
the knights spake to him with a grimly voice, and said, "Knight, Sir
Launcelot, lay that sword from thee, or else thou shalt die."
"Whether I live or die," said Sir Launcelot, "will no great word get it
again, therefore fight for it and ye list."
Then right so he passed throughout them, and beyond the chapel-yard
there met him a fair damsel, and said, "Sir Launcelot, leave that sword
behind thee, or thou wilt die for it."
"I leave it not," said Sir Launcelot, "for no entreaties."
"No," said she, "and thou didst leave that sword, Queen Guenever should
ye never see."
"Then were I a fool and I would leave this sword," said Launcelot.
"Now, gentle knight," said the damsel, "I require thee to kiss me but
once."
"Nay," said Sir Launcelot, "that God me forbid."
"Well, sir," said she, "and thou hadst kissed me thy life-days had
been done, but now alas," she said, "I have lost all my labor, for I
ordained this chapel for thy sake. And, Sir Launcelot, now I tell thee,
I have loved thee this seven year. But since I may not have [thee]
alive, I had kept no more joy in this world but to have [thee] dead.
Then would I have balmed [thee] and preserved [thee], and so have kept
[thee] my life-days, and daily I should have kissed thee."
"Ye say well," said Sir Launcelot, "God preserve me from your subtle
crafts."
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