For when he knew that the knight was Lancelot, he began to mistrust his own worth.
XLVI
Here it is told how Narcissus fell in love with his own image
Narcissus[1] was a valiant knight of great beauty.
One day it befell that he was resting beside a lovely fountain. And in the water he beheld his own most beautiful image. And he began to gaze upon it, and rejoiced in seeing it in that fountain; and he thought that the image had a [[118]]life of its own, that it was in the water, and did not perceive that it was but an image of himself. He began to love it, and to fall so deeply in love with it, that he wished to seize it.
And the water grew troubled, and the image vanished, wherefore he began to weep.
And the water became clear once more, and he beheld the image weeping.