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Then
was
Sir
Lancelot
sent
for
,
and
the
letter
read
aloud
by
a
clerk
,
and
thus
it
was
written
:
Most
noble
knight
,
my
lord
Sir
Lancelot
,
now
hath
death
for
ever
parted
us
.
I
,
whom
men
call
the
Maid
of
Astolat
,
set
my
love
upon
you
,
and
have
died
for
your
sake
.
This
is
my
last
request
,
that
ye
pray
for
my
soul
and
give
me
burial
.
Grant
me
this
,
Sir
Lancelot
,
as
thou
art
a
peerless
knight
.
At
these
words
the
queen
and
all
the
knights
wept
sore
for
pity
.
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Then
said
Sir
Lancelot
,
My
lord
,
I
am
right
heavy
for
the
death
of
this
fair
damsel
;
and
God
knoweth
that
right
unwillingly
I
caused
it
,
for
she
was
good
as
she
was
fair
,
and
much
was
I
beholden
to
her
;
but
she
loved
me
beyond
measure
,
and
asked
me
that
I
could
not
give
her
Ye
might
have
shown
her
gentleness
enough
to
save
her
life
,
answered
the
queen
.
Madam
,
said
he
,
she
would
but
be
repaid
by
my
taking
her
to
wife
,
and
that
I
could
not
grant
her
,
for
love
cometh
of
the
heart
and
not
by
constraint
.
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That
is
true
,
said
the
king
;
for
love
is
free
.
I
pray
you
,
said
Sir
Lancelot
,
let
me
now
grant
her
last
asking
,
to
be
buried
by
me
.
So
on
the
morrow
,
he
caused
her
body
to
be
buried
richly
and
solemnly
,
and
ordained
masses
for
her
soul
,
and
made
great
sorrow
over
her
.