No news yet, Bedivere?
Bedivere
Our messengers return with silent faces.
It is as if the earth had swallowed him.
Arthur
Launcelot lost!... This victory, Bedivere,
Was not as the old days. Something baulked us, something
Like an invisible impediment—
I felt it round me—something that unnerved
What should have been a hammer-stroke. Almost,