unhappy, for as I deem he is of the fellowship of the Round Table, the which is entered into the quest of the Sangreal.  Sir, said the squire, here I have brought you all your arms save your helm and your sword, and therefore by mine assent now may ye take this knight’s helm and his sword:  and so he did.  And when he was clene armed he took Sir Launcelot’s horse, for he was better than his; and so departed they from the Cross.

CHAPTER XIX

How A voice spake to sir launcelot, and how he found his horse and his helm borne away, and after went afoot

Then anon Sir Launcelot waked, and set him up, and bethought him what he had seen there, and whether it were dreams or not.  Right so heard he a voice that said:  Sir Launcelot, more harder than is the stone, and more bitter than is the wood, and more naked and barer than is the leaf of the fig tree; therefore go thou from hence, and withdraw thee from this holy place.  And when Sir Launcelot heard this he was passing heavy and wist not what to do, and so departed sore weeping, and cursed the time that he was born.  For then he deemed never to have had worship more.  For those words went to his heart, till that he knew wherefore he was called so.  Then Sir Launcelot went to the cross and found his helm, his sword, and his horse taken away.  And then he called himself a very wretch, and most unhappy of all knights; and there he said:  My sin and my wickedness have brought me unto great dishonour.  For when I sought worldly adventures for worldly desires, I ever achieved them and had the better in every place, and never was I discomfit in no quarrel, were it right or wrong.  And now I take upon me the adventures of holy things, and now I see and understand that mine old sin hindereth me and shameth me, so that I had no power to stir nor speak when the holy blood appeared afore me.  So thus lie sorrowed till it was day, and heard the fowls sing:  then somewhat he was comforted.  But when Sir Launcelot missed his horse and his harness then he wist well God was displeased with him.  Then he departed from the cross on foot into a forest; and so by prime he came to an high hill, and found an hermitage and a hermit therein which was going unto mass.  And then Launcelot kneeled down and cried on Our Lord mercy for his wicked works.  So when mass was done Launcelot called him, and prayed him for charity for to hear his life.  With a good will, said the good man.  Sir, said he, be ye of King Arthur’s court and of the fellowship of the Round Table?  Yea forsooth, and my name is Sir Launcelot du Lake that hath been right well said of, and now my good fortune is changed, for I am the most wretch of the world.  The hermit beheld him and had marvel how he was so abashed.  Sir, said the hermit, ye ought to thank God more than