greatly, but that and she might lift the skirt of his habergeon without well she knew that he was a good knight, and that one so good she had call have you to misdoubt of aught here within, for the place is quite sleep. Howbeit, the dwarf mounteth on his horse that he had left still never slain. She filched away the sword that was at his side, then "Sir," saith she, "Meseemeth you are suspicious of something, but no saddled, and goeth his way to the other hold where the robbers were, side, all armed. He was weary and the bed was soft, so he went to Lancelot, so saith the story, would not disarm him, wherefore he made back upon a rich couch that was therewithin, with his sword by his the table be set, and sate thereat beside the damsel at meat. He made his shield and his helmet and spear be brought into the hall. He leant "Damsel," saith Lancelot, "Never yet knew I knight that was loved of will he not disarm nor disgarnish himself. drew it from the scabbard, then looketh to see where she may lightliest everybody, yet sometimes might none tell the reason thereof." that nought appeareth thereof save only the face, and she bethinketh her that one stroke nor two on the helmet would scarce hurt him alone with him that she hated of a right deadly hate. She thought to safe. I know not whether you have enemies?" smite him to slay him. She seeth that his head is so covered of armour it, she would be thereof held in greater worship of all the world, for herself that gladly would she slay him, and that, so she might compass all five, that were Lancelot's mortal enemies. The damsel remained all him, for the place seemeth him right dark and foul-seeming, wherefore awakening him she might well slay him, for so might she thrust the IV.