Arthur
I put them from my mind, and then again
They creep back, like a stain across the floor.
Gawaine
Launcelot’s true, my life on it. Shake this off
Like a foul nightmare that the witches send.
Arthur
What days were those when we were young together,
The morning of the world! Gawaine, you know
How many a time Launcelot took on his shield