I should surely be sorely grieved if he were dead
or in distress. It would surely be too bad, were a creature so
splendidly equipped, so fair, so bold, yet so serene, to perish
thus before his time. But, may it please God, this is not true."
Then Bademagu said no more; but a daughter of his had listened
attentively to all his words, and you must know that it was she
whom I mentioned earlier in my tale, and who is not happy now to
hear such news of Lancelot. It is quite clear to her that he is
shut up, since no one knows any news of him or his wanderings.
"May God never look upon me, if I rest until I have some sure and
certain news of him!" Straightway, without making any noise or
disturbance, she runs and mounts a fair and easy-stepping mule.
But I must say that when she leaves the court, she knows not
which way to turn. However, she asks no advice in her
predicament, but takes the first road she finds, and rides along
at random rapidly, unaccompanied by knight or squire. In her
eagerness she makes haste to attain the object of her search.
Keenly she presses forward in her quest, but it will not soon
terminate. She may not rest or delay long in any single place,
if she wishes to carry out her plan, to release Lancelot from his
prison, if she can find him and if it is possible.
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