aith she, "I will tell you. He hath shown me semblance of love
for more than a year, and had me in covenant that he would take me to
wife, and I apparelled myself in the richest garments that I had to
come to him. But my father is of greater power and riches than is he,
and therefore was not willing to allow the marriage. Wherefore come I
with him in this manner, for I love him better than ever another knight
beside. Now will he do nought of that he had me in covenant to do, for
he loveth another, better, methinketh, than me. And this hath he done,
as I surmise, to do shame to my friends and to me."

Lancelot seeth the damsel of right great beauty and weeping tenderly,
whereof hath he passing great pity.

"Hold, Sir!" saith Lancelot to the knight, "this shall you not do! You
shall not do such shame to so fair a damsel as that you shall fail to
keep covenant with her. For not a knight is there in the kingdom of
Logres nor in that of Wales but ought to be right well pleased to have
so fair a damsel to wife, and I pray and require that you do to the
damsel that whereof you held her in covenant. This will be a right
worshipful deed, and I pray and beseech that you do it, and thereof
shall I be much beholden unto you."

"Sir," saith the knight, "I have no will thereunto, nor for no man will
I do it, for ill would it beseem me."

"By my head, then," saith Lancelot, "the basest knight are you that
ever have I seen, nor ought dame nor damsel ever hereafter put trust in
you, sith that you are minded to put such disgrace upon this lady."

"Sir," saith the knight, "a worthier lover have I than this, and one
that I more value; wherefore as touching this damsel will I do nought
more than I have said."

"And whither, then, mean you to take her?" saith Lancelot.

"I mean to take her to a hold of mine own that is in this forest, and
to give her in charge to a dwarf of mine that looketh after my house,
and I will marry her to some knight or some other man."

"Now never God help me," saith Lancelot, "but this is foul churlishness
you tell me, and, so you do not her will, it shall betide you ill of me
myself, and, had you been armed as I am, you should have felt my first
onset already."

"Ha," saith the damsel to Lancelot, "Be not so ready to do him any
hurt, for nought love I so well as I love his body, whatsoever he do
unto me. But for God's sake pray him that he do me the honour he hath
promised me."

"Willingly,"