I was sorry I had spoken, especially when he said mournfully: "Thou forgettest that Launcelot is here; and where Launcelot is, she noteth not the going forth of the king, nor what day he returneth." Of course, I changed the Subject.

Yes, Guenever was beautiful, it is true, but take her all around she was pretty slack.

I never meddled in these matters, they weren't my affair, but I did hate to see the way things were going on, and I don't mind saying that much.

Many's the time she had asked me, "Sir Boss, hast seen Sir Launcelot about ?" but if ever she went fretting around for the king I didn't happen to be around at the time.
There was a very good lay-out for the king's-evil business--very tidy and creditable.

The king sat under a canopy of state; about him were clustered a large body of the clergy in full canonicals.
Conspicuous, both for location and personal outfit, stood Marinel, a hermit of the quack-doctor species, to introduce the sick.