Here within convent walls she was safe, but soon she must leave the safety of this place and ride for days ov ier looking respectfully at his queen, laughing and jesting with her as a privileged friend of her husband. Her escort was gone-dead or imprisoned, in any case unable to come to her aid. Gawaine, Lionel, Gareth-all of you-Companions, attend me! Lancelet delayed for a moment before following him.
And then, the basket over her arm-like any old market woman or peddler come here on pilgrimage, she thought-she went silently up the path from the shore. in my bed, tended by the servants I had found there, neither knowing nor caring whether I would ever rise. Yet they say she wept like a child, and so did Lancelet, when he took leave of her to go and fight at Arthur's side against this Lucius, and never did I see man fight as did Lancelet. Why, how can you say that? demanded Arthur.
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