With one another; made his name a trumpet, Sounding across the seas even to Rome. The world knows that; but I know more and dearer. Elaine Elaine How came this other scar? Launcelot Launcelot Ah, that was done By my own friend, Sir Gawaine. He mistook me For the false Torquil, who had trapped his brothers. But, when he knew, he flung his sword away [Pg 17] [Pg 17] And caught me to his heart; a headlong man In wrath or love. Elaine Elaine I pray he love you always. And this deep gash?
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