“What knight are ye?” said the hermit.
“My fair lord,” said Lancelot, “I am a stranger and a knight adventurous, that laboreth throughout many realms for to win honor.”
Then the hermit saw by a wound on his cheek that he was Sir Lancelot.
“Alas,” said the hermit, “mine own lord, why conceal you your name from me? Forsooth, I ought to know you of right, for ye are the noblest knight of the world, for well I know you for Sir Lancelot.”
“Sir,” said he, “since ye know me, help me if ye can, for I would be out of this pain at once, either to death or to life.”
“Have ye no doubt,” said the hermit, “ye shall live and fare right well.”
And so the hermit called to him two of his servants and they bore him into the hermitage and lightly unarmed him and laid him in his bed. And then anon the hermit stanched his blood and soon Sir Lancelot was well refreshed and knew himself.
Now turn we unto King Arthur and leave we Sir Lancelot in the hermitage. So when the kings were come together on both parties and the great feast should be held, King Arthur asked the King of Northgalis and their fellowship, where was that knight that bore the red sleeve.
“Bring him before me, that he may have his praise and honor and the prize as it is right.”