And guard her glad way forth to Camelot.
I am that Launcelot, that knight-at-arms,
Who loveth Arthur more than maid or king.
Perchance if thou wilt trust her to my care,—
Here is great Arthur’s order.
[Presents a ring.
Leo. Welcome to Camelard, most noble knight,
Well ken we of thy name and nobleness.
It grieves us much great Arthur could not come,
And guest of our poor hospitality,