All this was told to Lancelot, and he came in haste and anger to the queen's chamber.
"What is this?" he demanded.
"It is that the queen has proved false to her lord and husband, and this I stand ready to prove with my body," said Meliagrance.
"Beware what you say, sir knight," cried Lancelot, "or you will find your challenge taken."
"My lord Lancelot," answered Meliagrance, "good knight as you are, take heed how you do battle in a wrong quarrel, for God will have a hand in such a cause."
"This I say," answered Lancelot, hotly, "that you accuse the queen wrongly, and these noble knights as falsely. This is the work of treason or magic."
"Hold," said Meliagrance; "here is my glove, in proof that she is traitress to the king, and that one of these wounded knights is her leman."
"I accept your challenge," said Lancelot, "and will fight you to the death in this cause. When shall we do battle?"
"Let it be in eight days from this," said Meliagrance, "in the field beside Camelot."
"I am agreed," said Lancelot.