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8 MOONFOLK.<br />
shield, rode on to the farther end of the lists and passed<br />
out, neither claiming the victory. The solitary knight<br />
who retained his saddle cared not to risk his laurels by<br />
riding against Sir Lancelot, and, saluting him as victor,<br />
left the field,<br />
amid the cheers of his especial friends,<br />
who held him as all but conqueror, since no man ever<br />
hoped to quite equal Lancelot.<br />
And now, with a joyous flourish of trumpets and<br />
wild cries of joy and admiration from the crowd, the<br />
heralds proclaimed Sir Lancelot du Lac victor of the<br />
day, and master of the lists. To him was delivered the<br />
pretty crown of filagree gold, which was at once his<br />
prize and the offering he was to lay at the feet of the<br />
lady whom he might choose as Queen of Love and<br />
Beauty.<br />
Receiving this crown upon the point of his lance,<br />
and baring his handsome head, Sir Lancelot, restraining<br />
his horse to a walk, passed around the lists close beneath<br />
the galleries, looking up with merry and admiring<br />
glances at the long lines of beautiful, eager faces bending<br />
over to watch his progress.<br />
Reaching the royal gallery, he checked Tonnerre<br />
still more, and fixing his glance upon the queen's face,<br />
was about to lower the lance and lay his trophy at her<br />
feet; but Guinevere, still vexed and pettish because he<br />
had remained away from the feast and dance, now glanced<br />
slightly at him, and turning away, feigned to be so busy<br />
in whispering some laughing words in the king's ear