Then all men asked, “Know ye him, lord?”

“I may not tell ye at this time,” said he; “but would to God we had good tidings of him.”

Then Sir Gawain prayed leave to go and seek that knight, which the king gladly gave him.  So forthwith he mounted and rode many leagues round Camelot, but could hear no tidings.

Within two days thereafter King Arthur and his knights returned from Camelot, and Sir Gawain chanced to lodge at Astolat, in the house of Sir Bernard.  And there came in the fair Elaine to him, and prayed him news of the tournament, and who won the prize.  “A knight with a white shield,” said he, “who bare a red sleeve in his helm, smote down all comers and won the day.”

At that the visage of Elaine changed suddenly from white to red, and heartily she thanked our Lady.

Then said Sir Gawain, “Know ye that knight?” and urged her till she told him that it was her sleeve he wore.  So Sir Gawain knew it was for love that she had given it; and when he heard she kept his proper shield he prayed to see it.

As soon as it was brought he saw Sir Lancelot’s arms thereon, and cried, “Alas! now am I heavier of heart than ever yet.”

“Wherefore?” said fair Elaine.

“Fair damsel,” answered he, “know ye not that the knight ye love is of all knights the noblest in the world, Sir Lancelot du Lake?  With all my heart I pray ye may have joy of each other, but hardly dare I think that ye shall see him in this world again, for he is so sore wounded he may scarcely live, and is gone out of sight where none can find him.”

Then was Elaine nigh mad with grief and sorrow, and with piteous words she prayed her father that she might go seek Sir Lancelot and her brother.  So in the end her father gave her leave, and she departed.

And on the morrow came Sir Gawain to the court, and told how he had found Sir Lancelot’s shield in Elaine’s keeping, and how it was her sleeve which he had worn; whereat all marvelled, for Sir Lancelot had done for her more than he had ever done for any woman.

But when Queen Guinevere heard it she was beside herself with wrath, and sending privily for Sir Bors, who sorrowed sorely that through him Sir Lancelot had been hurt—­“Have ye now heard,” said she, “how falsely Sir Lancelot hath betrayed me?”

“I beseech thee, madam,” said he, “speak not so, for else I may not hear thee.”

“Shall I not call him traitor,” cried she, “who hath worn another lady’s token at the jousting?”

“Be sure he did it, madam, for no ill intent,” replied Sir Bors, “but that he might be better hidden, for never did he in that wise before.”

“Now shame on him, and thee who wouldest help him,” cried the queen.

“Madam, say what ye will,” said he; “but I must haste to seek him, and God send me soon good tidings of him.”

So with that he departed to find Sir Lancelot.

Now Elaine had ridden with full haste from Astolat, and come to Camelot, and there she sought throughout the country for any news of Lancelot.  And so it chanced that Sir Lavaine was riding near the hermitage to exercise his horse, and when she saw him she ran up and cried aloud, “How doth my lord Sir Lancelot fare?”