to awake him.
And then she rebuked her brother and Sir Bors, and called them false
traitors, why they would take him out of his bed; there she cried, and
said she would appeal them of his death.

With this came the holy hermit, Sir Baudwin of Brittany, and when he
found Sir Launcelot in that plight he said but little, but wit ye well
he was wroth; and then he bade them: Let us have him in. And so they all
bare him unto the hermitage, and unarmed him, and laid him in his bed;
and evermore his wound bled piteously, but he stirred no limb of him.
Then the knight-hermit put a thing in his nose and a little deal of
water in his mouth. And then Sir Launcelot waked of his swoon, and then
the hermit staunched his bleeding. And when he might speak he asked
Sir Launcelot why he put his life in jeopardy. Sir, said Sir Launcelot,
because I weened I had been strong, and also Sir Bors told me that there
should be at All Hallowmass a great jousts betwixt King Arthur and the
King of Northgalis, and therefore I thought to assay it myself whether
I might be there or not. Ah, Sir Launcelot, said the hermit, your heart
and your courage will never be done until your last day, but ye shall do
now by my counsel Let Sir Bors depart from you, and let him do at that
tournament what he may: And by the grace of God, said the knight-hermit,
by that the tournament be done and ye come hither again, Sir Launcelot
shall be as whole as ye, so that he will be governed by me.

CHAPTER XVIII. How Sir Bors returned and told tidings of Sir Launcelot;
and of the tourney, and to whom the prize was given.

THEN Sir Bors made him ready to depart from Sir Launcelot; and then Sir
Launcelot said: Fair cousin, Sir Bors, recommend me unto all them unto
whom me ought to recommend me unto. And I pray you, enforce yourself at
that jousts that ye may be best, for my love; and here shall I abide
you at the mercy of God till ye come again. And so Sir Bors departed
and came to the court of King Arthur, and told them in what place he had
left Sir Launcelot. That me repenteth, said the king, but since he shall
have his life we all may thank God. And there Sir Bors told the queen in
what jeopardy Sir Launcelot was when he would assay his horse. And all
that he did, madam, was for the love of you, because he would have been
at this tournament. Fie on him, recreant knight, said the queen, for wit
ye well I am right sorry an he shall have his life. His life shall he
have,