I must go, father, with Sir Launcelot.

She understands well how it is with me.

Father, your blessing (kneels).

[Pg 22]

[Pg 22]

Sir Bernard

Sir Bernard

Have your will, my son.

Seeing what has befallen, maybe it is best.

Go, and be worthy of the house that bred you.

Launcelot

Launcelot

Come then, Lavaine. I do but rankle here.

Lavaine

Lavaine

Sister, farewell.

Launcelot

Launcelot

Peace come to you, Elaine.

Kind host, again farewell. In the white fire

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