Launcelot was wroth, and up he gat upon his feet,
and drew his sword, and he smote off the boar's head at one stroke. And
therewithal came out the hermit, and saw him have such a wound. Then the
hermit came to Sir Launcelot and bemoaned him, and would have had him
home unto his hermitage; but when Sir Launcelot heard him speak, he was
so wroth with his wound that he ran upon the hermit to have slain him,
and the hermit ran away. And when Sir Launcelot might not overget him,
he threw his sword after him, for Sir Launcelot might go no further for
bleeding; then the hermit turned again, and asked Sir Launcelot how he
was hurt. Fellow, said Sir Launcelot, this boar hath bitten me sore.
Then come with me, said the hermit, and I shall heal you. Go thy way,
said Sir Launcelot, and deal not with me.

Then the hermit ran his way, and there he met with a good knight with
many men. Sir, said the hermit, here is fast by my place the goodliest
man that ever I saw, and he is sore wounded with a boar, and yet he hath
slain the boar. But well I wot, said the hermit, and he be not holpen,
that goodly man shall die of that wound, and that were great pity. Then
that knight at the desire of the hermit gat a cart, and in that cart
that knight put the boar and Sir Launcelot, for Sir Launcelot was so
feeble that they might right easily deal with him; and so Sir Launcelot
was brought unto the hermitage, and there the hermit healed him of his
wound. But the hermit might not find Sir Launcelot's sustenance, and so
he impaired and waxed feeble, both of his body and of his wit: for the
default of his sustenance he waxed more wooder than he was aforehand.

And then upon a day Sir Launcelot ran his way into the forest; and by
adventure he came to the city of Corbin, where Dame Elaine was, that
bare Galahad, Sir Launcelot's son. And so when he was entered into the
town he ran through the town to the castle; and then all the young men
of that city ran after Sir Launcelot, and there they threw turves at
him, and gave him many sad strokes. And ever as Sir Launcelot might
overreach any of them, he threw them so that they would never come in
his hands no more; for of some he brake the legs and the arms, and so
fled into the castle; and then came out knights and squires and rescued
Sir Launcelot. And when they beheld him and looked upon his person, they
thought they saw never so goodly a man. And when they saw so many wounds
upon him, all they deemed that