l be set free from
this prison, though at the risk of my life."

"I will grant your wish if it be in my power," said Lancelot. "These
queenly sorceresses have destroyed many a good knight, and I would give
much to be out of their hands."

"They crave your love from what they have heard of your honor and
renown," answered the damsel. "They say your name is Lancelot du Lake,
the flower of knights, and your refusal of their love has filled their
souls with anger. But for my aid you might die in their hands. The
promise I ask is this. On Tuesday morning next there is to be a
tournament between my father and the King of Northgalis. My father was
lately overpowered by three of Arthur's knights, and if you will be
there and help him in this coming fray I will engage to deliver you from
your bondage at dawn to-morrow."

"Tell me your father's name," said Lancelot, "and then you shall have my
answer."

"His name is King Bagdemagus."

"I know him well," said Lancelot. "He is a noble king and a good knight.
By the faith of my body, I promise to give him what aid I can."

"A hundred thanks, dear sir," she said. "Be ready to-morrow early. I
shall be here to deliver you, and take you to where you can find your
horse and armor. Within ten miles of this castle is an abbey of white
monks. There I beg you to stay and thither I shall bring my father to
you."

"As I am a true knight you can trust me," said Lancelot.

With this the damsel departed. But at early dawn of the next day she
came again, as she had promised, and found Lancelot ready and eager for
flight. Then they crept through hall and passage, with heedful tread and
bated breath, until she had opened twelve locked doors and reached the
castle yard.

The sun was just giving its rose tints to the east when she brought him
to the place where his horse and armor were kept, and with hasty fingers
helped him to arm. Then, taking a great spear and mounting his noble
steed, Lancelot rode forth, saying cheerily,--

"Fair damsel, by the grace of God I shall not fail you."

And still slumber lay deep upon the castle, and not one of the queens
nor a soul of those who dwelt therein was wakened by the sound.

But not far had the escaping knight departed from the castle before he
entered a thick forest, in whose depths he wandered lost all that day,
finding no high road, and no trace of the abbey of white monks. Night at
length came upon him, and now he found himself in a valley