“My lord, you must accept the challenge, or be shamed forever.”
“My lord Sir Launcelot: traitor to the king and to me, come forth if you dare and meet your mortal foe, instead of lurking like a coward in your castle!”
“Alas, that I should have to fight Sir Gawain! But now I am obliged to.”
Liuku: 2
“Sir Launcelot, I still defy you! Why do you not kill me now? for I warn you that if ever I recover I shall challenge you again.”
“Sir Gawain, by the grace of God I shall endure you again.”
Liuku: 3
“Alas! dear nephew, that you lie here thus, mortally wounded! What joy is now left to me on this earth? You must know it was you and Sir Launcelot I loved above all others, and it seems that I have lost you both.”
Liuku: 0
“My good uncle, it was my pride and my stubbornness that brought all this about, for had I not urged you to war with Sir Launcelot your subjects would not now be in revolt. Alas, that Sir Launcelot is not here, for he would soon drive them out! And it is at Sir Launcelot’s hands that I suffer my own death: the wound which he dealt me has reopened. I would not wish it otherwise, because is he not the greatest and gentlest of knights?“I know that by noon I shall be dead, and I repent bitterly that I may not be reconciled to Sir Launcelot; therefore I pray you, good uncle, give me pen, paper, and ink so that I may write to him.”
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