Another lay to you I'll tell, Of the adventure that befellA noble vassal whom they callIn the Breton tongue Lanval. Arthur, the brave and courtly king, At Carlisle was sojourningBecause the Scots and Picts alliedWere ravaging the countryside;Of Lorgres they had crossed the borderWhere often they caused great disorder. He had come there with his hostThat spring to hold the Pentecost. He lavished ample patronageOn all his noble baronage -That is the knights of the Round Table(In all the world none are so able)Lands and wives he gave outrightTo all his servants save one knight:That was Lanval; him he forgot. His men disliked him, too; the lotWere envious of his handsomeness, His strength, his courage, his largesse.There were a few who friendship feigned,But would by no means have complainedHad Lanval met some evil fate.He was a prince of great estate, But all his personal propertyHe gave away for amity, And he got nothing from the king, Nor would he ask for anything.Now Lanval is much preoccupied,Gloomy, seeing the darker side. My lords, please do not think it rare:A foreigner is filled with careAnd sadness in a distant land,Finding no help at any hand.

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