seemed to him that the black Knights nearest the castle
fared the worst, so, as he ever took the part of the weaker, he rode
to their help and smote many of the white Knights to the earth and did
marvellous deeds of arms. But always the white Knights held round Sir
Lancelot to tire him out. And as no man may endure for ever, in the
end Sir Lancelot waxed so faint of fighting that his arms would not
lift themselves to deal a stroke; then they took him, and led him away
into the forest and made him alight from his horse and rest, and when
he was taken the fellowship of the castle were overcome for want of
him. 'Never ere now was I at tournament or jousts but I had the best,'
moaned Sir Lancelot to himself, as soon as the Knights had left him
and he was alone. 'But now am I shamed, and I am persuaded that I am
more sinful than ever I was.' Sorrowfully he rode on till he passed a
chapel, where stood a nun, who called to him and asked him his name
and what he was seeking.

So he told her who he was, and what had befallen him at the
tournament, and the vision that had come to him in his sleep. 'Ah,
Lancelot,' said she, 'as long as you were a knight of earthly
knighthood you were the most wonderful man in the world and the most
adventurous. But now, since you are set among Knights of heavenly
adventures, if you were worsted at that tournament it is no marvel.
For the tournament was meant for a sign, and the earthly Knights were
they who were clothed in black in token of the sins of which they were
not yet purged. And the white Knights were they who had chosen the way
of holiness, and in them the quest has already begun. Thus you beheld
both the sinners and the good men, and when you saw the sinners
overcome you went to their help, as they were your fellows in boasting
and pride of the world, and all that must be left in that quest. And
that caused your misadventure. Now that I have warned you of your
vain-glory and your pride, beware of everlasting pain, for of all
earthly Knights I have pity of you, for I know well that among earthly
sinful Knights you are without peer.'

VII

AN ADVENTURE OF SIR GAWAINE

Sir Gawaine rode long without meeting any adventure, and from
Pentecost to Michaelmas found none that pleased him. But at Michaelmas
he met Sir Ector de Maris and rejoiced greatly.

As they sat talking there appeared before them a hand showing unto the
elbow covered with red samite, and holding a great candle that