...Aveloun, Awhile to heal me of my wound.' This is Malory's version: Then Sir Bedivere cried and said: 'Ah my lord Arthur, what shall become of me, now ye...'Comfort thyself,' said the King, 'and do as well as thou mayst, for in me is no trust for to trust in. For I must into the vale of Avilion to heal me of my...

...thankoffering in that brutal parliamentary election of 1945. Now put me into the barge said the King. Comfort thyself said the King and do as well as thou mayest ... for I will into the vale of Avilon to heal me of my grevious wound: and if thou hear never more of me,...

...some extent be seen even by comparing these few lines with the closing sentences of the prose romance. And so then they rowed from the land, and sir Bedivere beheld al those ladies goe from him ; then sir Bedivere cried, "Ah, my lord Arthur, what shall become of mee...