She told him how she had learned this, and they rode together to the hermitage, where Lavaine brought her in to see the wounded knight.
But when she saw him lying there so sick and pale, and with a death-like hue upon his face, she stood gazing upon him with dilated eyes and whitening face, and then suddenly fell to the floor in a deep swoon.
"I pray you, Lavaine, take her up and bring her to me," said Lancelot.
When she was brought near him he kissed her pale face, and at the touch of his lips her cheeks flamed out with red, and life came back to her.
"Fair maiden," said Lancelot, "it pains me to see you so deeply afflicted. Comfort yourself, I pray you. If you come here to my aid you are truly welcome; but let not this little hurt trouble you; I shall soon be well of it."
Then they fell into discourse, and Elaine told Lancelot how Gawaine had seen and known his shield. This gave him no small trouble, for he knew well that the story of the red scarf would get to Queen Guenever's ears, and he feared its effect on her hasty and jealous temper. But Elaine never left Lancelot, but watched him day and night, nursing him back to health.