“What saw ye?” said King Arthur.

“Lord,” answered he, “I saw nothing but the water ebbing and flowing.”

“Oh, traitor and untrue!” cried out the king; “twice hast thou now betrayed me.  Art thou called of men a noble knight, and wouldest betray me for a jewelled sword?  Now, therefore, go again for the last time, for thy tarrying hath put me in sore peril of my life, and I fear my wound hath taken cold; and if thou do it not this time, by my faith I will arise and slay thee with my hands.”

Then Sir Bedivere ran quickly and took up the sword, and went down to the water’s edge, and bound the girdle round the hilt and threw it far into the water.  And lo! an arm and hand came forth above the water, and caught the sword, and brandished it three times, and vanished.

So Sir Bedivere came again to the king and told him what he had seen.

“Help me from hence,” said King Arthur; “for I dread me I have tarried over long.”

Then Sir Bedivere took the king up in his arms, and bore him to the water’s edge.  And by the shore they saw a barge with three fair queens therein, all dressed in black, and when they saw King Arthur they wept and wailed.

“Now put me in the barge,” said he to Sir Bedivere, and tenderly he did so.

Then the three queens received him, and he laid his head upon the lap of one of them, who cried, “Alas! dear brother, why have ye tarried so long, for your wound hath taken cold?”

With that the barge put from the land, and when Sir Bedivere saw it departing, he cried with a bitter cry, “Alas! my lord King Arthur, what shall become of me now ye have gone from me?”

“Comfort ye,” said King Arthur, “and be strong, for I may no more help ye.  I go to the Vale of Avilion to heal me of my grievous wound, and if ye see me no more, pray for my soul.”

Then the three queens kneeled down around the king and sorely wept and wailed, and the barge went forth to sea, and departed slowly out of Sir Bedivere’s sight.