Sir, said Sir Bors, ye shall not go this night by my counsel.
Then Sir Bors put on his armour, and took his leave, and so departed.
That night Bors rested him there; and in his sleep there came a voice to him and bad him go to the sea.
When Sir Bors heard her cry, he had so much sorrow he knew not what to do.
When night came, Lancelot told Bors, who dwelt with him, that he had a fancy to go and speak with the queen.
When Sir Bors saw that he must fight with his brother or else die, he wist not what to do.
The broadcast was not incitement to revolt, because Bors's ship was posing as the only survivor of a planet's fleet.
Nor would he come forth, for all that Sir Bors called him coward and recreant.
"I shall not fail you," said Bors, hot with the pain of his wound.
But most of the knights were silent, and Sir Bors and his kindred were very sorrowful.