"i will cast a spell over him so that he remains asleep while we take him my castle and make him our prisoner. We can then oblige him to choose one of us for his paramore." p. 1121
"While Sir Launcelot still slept beneath the apple tree, four queens started across the plain. They were riding white mules and accompanied by four knights..." p. 1121
A hard choice! Understand that i choose none of you, lewd sorceresses that you are: rather will i die in this cell. But were i free i would take pleasure in proving it against any who would champion you that Queen Gwynevere is the finest lady of this land. "
Sir Launcelot, I know that Queen Gwynevere loves you and you her. But now you are my prisoner and you will have to chosse: either take one of us for your paramore or to die miserably in this cell---- just as you please." p.1121