Lancelot stayed at the castle of Corbin for days. Its haunted
rooms were up to expectation, and there was nothing else to do. He felt
such feelings in his breast because of Gunever - the frightful pangs of
hopeless love - that he was drained of effort. He could not summon up the
energy to go elsewhere... He felt that he might as well be in one place
as another, if he was only waiting to see whether hisheartt would break
or not. He was too simple to see that if the finest knight in the world
rescued you out of a kettle of boiling water, with no clothes on, you
would be likely to fall in love with him - if you were only eighteen...
'Have you ever,' asked Lancelot, putting the question which all young men are always asking, and without noticing that it had anything to do with the drink, 'have you ever been in love?
The butler smiled discreetly and poured another bumper.
By midnight Lancelot and the butler were sitting on opposite sides of the table, both looking red in the face.
'Ah, said the butler, 'and there is my wife Brisen at the buttery door, holding amessage. I dare say it might be for you... It says that Queen Guenever is at the castle of Case, five miles frorm here, and she wants you. It says the King is not with her. There are some kisses on it.'
'You dare not go,' said the butler.
'Dare not?' shouted Sir Lancelot, and he went into the darkness staggering, laughing like a caricature, and calling for his horse.
In the morning he woke suddenly in a strange room. It was quite dark, with
tapestry over the windows, and he had no headache because his constitution
was good. He jumped out of bed and went to the window, to draw the curtain.
He was fully aware, in the suddenness of a second, of all that had
happened on the previous night - aware of the butler and of the drink and
of the love-potion which had perhaps been put in it, of the message from
Guenever, and of the dark, solid, cool-fired body in the bed which he had
just got out of. He drew the curtain and leaned his forehead against the
cold stone of the mullion. He was miserable.
T.H. White, The Once and Future King
You were mine
But Lady Fate had turned her back
The instant the mirror cracked-
My loom came to a halt.
It was my fault-
Forgive me, my love.
Always trapped - I knew
First, the solace of herbs
They took my body
back to the Maidens' Tower