Sir Lancelot answered feebly, “I am a stranger knight adventurous, who laboureth through many realms to win worship.”
“Why hidest thou thy name, dear lord, from me?” cried Sir Baldwin; “for in sooth I know thee now to be the noblest knight in all the world—my lord Sir Lancelot du Lake, with whom I long had fellowship at the Round Table.”
“Since ye know me, fair sir,” said he, “I pray ye, for Christ’s sake, to help me if ye may.”
“Doubt not,” replied he, “that ye shall live and fare right well.”
Then he staunched his wound, and gave him strong medicines and cordials till he was refreshed from his faintness and came to himself again.
Now after the jousting was done King Arthur held a feast, and asked to see the knight with the red sleeve that he might take the prize. So they told him how that knight had ridden from the field wounded nigh to death. “These be the worst tidings I have heard for many years,” cried out the king; “I would not for my kingdom he were slain.”
Then all men asked, “Know ye him, lord?”
“I may not tell ye at this time,” said he; “but would to God we had good tidings of him.”
Then Sir Gawain prayed leave to go and seek that knight, which the king gladly gave him. So forthwith he mounted and rode many leagues round Camelot, but could hear no tidings.