en she came to herself Sir Launcelot kissed her, and said:
Fair maiden, why fare ye thus? ye put me to pain; wherefore make ye no
more such cheer, for an ye be come to comfort me ye be right welcome;
and of this little hurt that I have I shall be right hastily whole by
the grace of God. But I marvel, said Sir Launcelot, who told you my
name? Then the fair maiden told him all how Sir Gawaine was lodged with
her father: And there by your shield he discovered your name. Alas, said
Sir Launcelot, that me repenteth that my name is known, for I am sure it
will turn unto anger. And then Sir Launcelot compassed in his mind that
Sir Gawaine would tell Queen Guenever how he bare the red sleeve, and
for whom; that he wist well would turn into great anger.

So this maiden Elaine never went from Sir Launcelot, but watched him day
and night, and did such attendance to him, that the French book saith
there was never woman did more kindlier for man than she. Then Sir
Launcelot prayed Sir Lavaine to make aspies in Winchester for Sir Bors
if he came there, and told him by what tokens he should know him, by a
wound in his forehead. For well I am sure, said Sir Launcelot, that Sir
Bors will seek me, for he is the same good knight that hurt me.

CHAPTER XVI. How Sir Bors sought Launcelot and found him in the
hermitage, and of the lamentation between them.

NOW turn we unto Sir Bors de Ganis that came unto Winchester to seek
after his cousin Sir Launcelot. And so when he came to Winchester, anon
there were men that Sir Lavaine had made to lie in a watch for such
a man, and anon Sir Lavaine had warning; and then Sir Lavaine came to
Winchester and found Sir Bors, and there he told him what he was, and
with whom he was, and what was his name. Now fair knight, said Sir Bors,
I require you that ye will bring me to my lord, Sir Launcelot. Sir, said
Sir Lavaine, take your horse, and within this hour ye shall see him. And
so they departed, and came to the hermitage.

And when Sir Bors saw Sir Launcelot lie in his bed pale and discoloured,
anon Sir Bors lost his countenance, and for kindness and pity he might
not speak, but wept tenderly a great while. And then when he might speak
he said thus: O my lord, Sir Launcelot, God you bless, and send
you hasty recover; and full heavy am I of my misfortune and of mine
unhappiness, for now I may call myself unhappy. And I dread me that God
is greatly displeased with me, that he would suffer me to have