CHAPTER XXI
 
 Of great jousts done all a Christmas, and of a great jousts and
 tourney ordained by King Arthur, and of Sir Launcelot.
 
 
 THUS it passed on till Christmas, and then every day
 there was jousts made for a diamond, who that jousted
 best should have a diamond.  But Sir Launcelot would
 not joust but if it were at a great jousts cried.  But Sir
 Lavaine jousted there all that Christmas passingly well,
 and best was praised, for there were but few that did so
 well.  Wherefore all manner of knights deemed that Sir
 Lavaine should be made knight of the Table Round at
 the next feast of Pentecost.  So at-after Christmas King
 Arthur let call unto him many knights, and there they
 advised together to make a party and a great tournament
 and jousts.  And the King of Northgalis said to Arthur,
 he would have on his party King Anguish of Ireland, and
 the King with the Hundred Knights, and the King of
 Northumberland, and Sir Galahad, the haut prince.  And
 so these four kings and this mighty duke took part against
 King Arthur and the knights of the Table Round.  And
 the cry was made that the day of the jousts should be
 beside Westminster upon Candlemas Day, whereof many
 knights were glad, and made them ready to be at that
 jousts in the freshest manner.
 
 Then Queen Guenever sent for Sir Launcelot, and said
 thus:  I warn you that ye ride no more in no jousts nor
 tournaments but that your kinsmen may know you.  And
 at these jousts that shall be ye shall have of me a sleeve of
 gold; and I pray you for my sake enforce yourself there,
 that men may speak of you worship; but I charge you as
 ye will have my love, that ye warn your kinsmen that ye
 will bear that day the sleeve of gold upon your helmet.
 Madam, said Sir Launcelot, it shall be done.  And so
 either made great joy of other.  And when Sir Launcelot
 saw his time he told Sir Bors that he would depart, and
 have no more with him but Sir Lavaine, unto the good
 hermit that dwelt in that forest of Windsor; his name
 was Sir Brasias; and there he thought to repose him, and
 take all the rest that he might, because he would be fresh
 at that day of jousts.
 
 So Sir Launcelot and Sir Lavaine departed, that no
 creature wist where he was become, but the noble men of
 his blood.  And when he was come to the hermitage, wit
 ye well he had good cheer.  And so daily Sir Launcelot
 would go to a well fast by the hermitage, and there he
 would lie down, and see the well spring and burble, and
 sometime he slept there.  So at that time there was a lady
 dwelt in that forest, and she was a great huntress, and
 daily she used to hunt, and ever she bare her bow with
 her; and no men went never with her, but always women,
 and they were shooters, and could well kill a deer, both at
 the stalk and at the trest; and they daily bare bows and
 arrows, horns and wood-knives, and many good dogs they
 had, both for the string and for a bait.  So it happed this
 lady the huntress had abated her dog for the bow at a
 barren hind, and so this barren hind took the flight over
 hedges and woods.  And ever this lady and part of her
 women costed the hind, and checked it by the noise of
 the hounds, to have met with the hind at some water;
 and so it happed, the hind came to the well whereas Sir
 Launcelot was sleeping and slumbering.  And so when
 the hind came to the well, for heat she went to soil, and
 there she lay a great while; and the dog came after, and
 umbecast about, for she had lost the very perfect feute of
 the hind.  Right so came that lady the huntress, that
 knew by the dog that she had, that the hind was at the
 soil in that well; and there she came stiffly and found the
 hind, and she put a broad arrow in her bow, and shot at
 the hind, and over-shot the hind; and so by misfortune
 the arrow smote Sir Launcelot in the thick of the buttock,
 over the barbs.  When Sir Launcelot felt himself so hurt,
 he hurled up woodly, and saw the lady that had smitten
 him.  And when he saw she was a woman, he said thus:
 Lady or damosel, what that thou be, in an evil time bear
 ye a bow; the devil made you a shooter.