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 "Farewell, Sir Dagonet, And may the devil take you presently." He followed with a vexed and envious eye, And with an arid laugh, Sir Dagonet's Departure, till his gaunt obscurity Was cloaked and lost amid the glimmering trees. "Poor fool !" he murmured. "Or am I the fool ? With all my fast ascendency in arms, That ominous clown is nearer to the King Than I am yet; and God knows what he knows, And what his wits infer from what he sees And feels and hears. I wonder what he knows Of Lancelot, or what I might know now, Could I have sunk myself to sound a fool To springe a friend. . . . No, I like not this day. There's a cloud coming over Camelot Larger than any that is in the sky, Or Merlin would be still in Brittany, With Vivian and the viols. It's all too strange." And later, when descending to the city, Through unavailing casements he could hear The roaring of a mighty voice within, Confirming fervidly his own conviction : "It's all too strange, and half the world's half crazy !"- He scowled: "Well, I agree with Lamorak." He frowned, and passed: "And I like not this day." SIR LAMORAK, the man of oak and iron, Had with him now, as a care-laden guest, Sir Bedivere, a man whom Arthur loved As he had loved no man save Lancelot.