"Thereof do I love you the better," saith Lancelot, "For never found I any man that hath done me so much of love as hath he. And what, Sir, is your name?" "Sir," saith he, "My name is Joseus, and yours, what?" "Sir," saith he, "I am called Lancelot of the Lake." "Sir," saith the hermit, "Right close are we akin, I and you." "By my head," saith Lancelot, "Hereof am I right glad at heart." Lancelot looketh and seeth in the hermit's house shield and spear, javelins and habergeon. "Sir," saith Lancelot, "What do you with these arms?" "Sir," saith he, "this forest is right lonely, and this hermitage is far from any folk, and none are there here-within save me and my squire. So, when robbers come hither, we defend ourselves therewith." "But hermits, methought, never assaulted nor wounded nor slew." "Sir," saith the hermit, "God forbid I should wound any man or slay!" "And how, then, do you defend yourselves?" saith Lancelot. "Sir, I will tell you thereof. When robbers come to us, we arm ourselves accordingly. If I may catch hold of any in my hands, he cannot escape me. Our squire is so well-grown and hardy that he slayeth him forthwith or handleth him in such sort that he may never help himself after." "By my head," saith Lancelot, "Were you not hermit, you would be valiant throughout." "By my head," saith the squire. "You say true, for methinketh there is none so strong nor so hardy as he in all the kingdom of Logres." The lodged Lancelot the night the best he could. VIII. When as they were in their first sleep, come four robber-knights of the forest that knew how a knight was lodged therewithin, and had coveted his horse and his arms. The hermit that was in his chapel saw them first, and awoke his squire and made him bring his arms all secretly; then he made his squire arm. "Sir," saith the squire, "Shall I waken the knight?" "In nowise," saith the hermit, "until such time as we shall know wherefore." He maketh open the door of the chapel and taketh a great coil of rope, and they issue forth, he and his squire, and they perceived the robbers in the stable where Lancelot's horse was. The hermit crieth out: the squire cometh forward and thereupon beareth one to the ground with his spear. The hermit seizeth him and bindeth him to a tree so strait that he may not move. The other three think to defend them and to rescue their fellow. Lancelot leapeth up all startled when he heareth the noise and armeth himself as quickly as he may, albeit not so quickly but that or ever he come, the hermit hath taken the other three and bound them with the fourth. But of them were some that were wounded right sore. "Sir," saith the hermit to Lancelot, "It grieveth me that you have been awakened." "Rather," saith Lancelot, "have you done me great wrong for that you ought to have awakened me sooner." "Sir," saith the hermit, "We have assaults such as this often enough."