Chivalry and the desire to conquer is what Sir Launcelot strived for, the power, and the will to survive. There were two types of knights, one group of knights that were on all black horses with black trappings and one group of all white knights with white trappings (seem to show a battle between good and evil). There were two parties that resided that day, one for the white horseback knights and the other for the black knights. Sir Launcelot battled both groups of knights in copious joust tournaments and sword fights. The white knights tired him and winded him more than the others. Launcelot always marveled when competing with the knights, to prove that even one knight can conquer over all. With the power and glory that Launcelot acquired made him grow weary of his great deeds, he had accomplished. His soul transformed into something evil, Launcelot did not know what had cam over him. To forget about his primary quest and to kill knights and kings for power and the greediness of wanting more was a fact, that Launcelot could not bare. Launcelot promised his self he would never stray from his calling, but became faint of his word.

The fellowship of the castle led Sir Launcelot to the forest to rest him and try and bring peace to his soul. Sir Launcelot knew that he was fading from his initial agreement with King Arthur. The fellowship then decided that Sir Launcelot would have to be sent to the castle’s jail house. The fellowship said on to him, “Blessed be God that ye be now of our fellowship, for we shall hold you in our prison”. Sir Launcelot replied, “For never or now was I never at tournament nor jousts but I had the best, and now I am shamed and then he said; now I am sure that I am more sinfuller than ever I was”.

Sir Launcelot was not imprisoned immediately, so he mounted on his horse and rode off in sorrows into the mountains to alight under an apple tree. He took off his helm, his shield and laid his horse to sleep. Launcelot was approached by an old man, the old man said, “Ah, Launcelot of evil faith and poor belief, wherefore is thy will turned so lightly toward thy deadly sin? The old man said that and then vanished. Sir Launcelot then mounted his horse and armed himself and rode off to the chapel.  

Written by David Johnson Class of 07