"Fair ladies, I have no wish to marry. I would rather fight for my good King Arthur who needs me."
At this the ladies were angry.
"You shall stay here till you choose," they said. "And if you will not choose, then you shall die in prison."
They went out, and Sir Lancelot remained alone all day. At dusk the fair damsel came to him.
"My lord," she said, "the spell is broken now, and I can help you. These ladies are not kind to me, and I am going to run away. I will take you with me on one condition."
"Name it, damsel," he said.
"I am a king's daughter," she said. "My father is King Bagdemagus."
"He is a good man," Sir Lancelot said. "I know him well."
"My father has been fighting in a tournament," said the maiden, "and has been overcome, with all his knights. He feels very sad. Now, in two days there will be another tournament at which he must fight. If you help him, he will surely win and be happy again."
"I will gladly help him," said Sir Lancelot.