horrible, and they are appareled as it were to combat, and him thinketh IV. this that you have taken of the windingsheet of the dead knight!" "Take heed you move not until such time as it is known who the knight him in charge, both him and the chapel. And I would fain," saith she, again, and forthwith cometh to the door of the chapel and seeth mount, V. come you with me to my castle, for oftentimes have I desired that you "know what is your name?" When he hath the piece of the cloth and the sword he closeth the coffin "Damsel," saith he, "I am called Lancelot of the Lake." Thereupon, behold you, a damsel running, her kirtle girt high about thereof, but high time already is it that I should ask you it to my make a crashing so passing loud that it seemed the chapel were falling. half of the cloth wherein he is enshrouded, and the coffin beginneth to and Perceval and Messire Gawain should see the three tombs that I have in the midst of the grave-yard as it seemed him, great knights and "Damsel," saith Lancelot, "What hurt doth it you of this that I have?" sorrow, for many a time have I been deceived therein." that they are watching for him and espy him. "Damsel," saith he, "What would you gain of knowing my name?" "I know not," saith she, "whether I shall have either loss or gain is!" She is come to the chapel. "Sir Knight, lay down the sword and "This," saith she, "That you have taken it without my leave; for I have "You ought of right," saith she, "to have the sword and the cloth; but made for your three selves." her, right through the grave-yard a great pace.