(Elaine, hearing the name, gives a little cry of wonder.)
Elaine! Speak with her, then.
You have my trust. My sons, come.
Torre
You are blind.
We shall taste bitterness ere this be done.
[Sir Bernard goes out with his sons.
Elaine
Sir Launcelot! Sir Launcelot of the Lake?
Was it the famed Sir Launcelot that I found