#guerrehet

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So... nothing really hints at foul play between Arthur and Gamille (other than the "affected" line, but that's just seems to be normal infatuation). This is in contrast to the later False Guinevere arc, where magic was involved.

Arthur really did just go court her willingly.

“Indeed, sir, it’s hard to believe you would be true to me when you left this other lady who is more beautiful and noble than I. It’s good for me that you’ve told me all this, because if I had not known the truth, I would have been quick to grant you my love, which would have been foolish, because no sooner will you have your way with me than you’ll leave me as you did her. I’d have been cruelly deceived.”

“All your protestations are worthless,” said Guerrehet. “You must do what I want, because we’re all alone and far from people.”

“What?” she said, “would you force yourself on me?”

“No,” he replied, “but I beg you to give in gracefully.”

“And if I agree, what would happen?”

“I’d make love to you,” he said.

“And if I didn’t agree?”

“Then I wouldn’t make love to you,” said Guerrehet.

“So,” she asked, “It all depends on what I want?”

“What you’ve said is true,” he answered.

“Now tell me,” she continued, “is there any woman in this world whom you could love, if you thought she hated and despised you?”

“None, I assure you.”

“And would you want to consort with her as a man with woman, out of some lust for beauty, so long as she hated you?”

"So help me God, no,” he replied. “I could never love her at all as long as she hated me.”

“Then I swear to you,” she said, “that you will not love me, because I hate and despise you for having been unfaithful in love to her who loved you more than herself. And everyone who hears of it will esteem you less for it, as soon as they learn that you make it a habit to deceive the ladies and maidens of foreign lands. I know just as you sought my love now, you’ll seek another woman’s tomorrow, if you find one, and indeed I don’t know any worse treason than to deceive a woman with sweet talk, for she is easily conquered. It seems to me that in behaving in this way you are pursuing shame more than honor.”

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 413

You’ll keep your magic resistance!

You’ll be given a wooden lance!

Enjoy your stay!

Stanzaic made Lancelot look unnecessarily vicious:

In the French version, Lancelot only kills two knights during the exposure ambush, with Agravain living all the way to Guinevere's sentence to the stake, where he dies fighting Lancelot. In SMZ, Lancelot slaughters absolutely everyone except Mordred who gets away.

In the French version, Lancelot did not rescue Guinevere alone - Bors, Ector de Maris and the rest of Lancelot's companions came in force, with Bors being the one who kills Guerrehet. In SMZ, Lancelot is portrayed as charging and killing everyone by himself

Last, and More importantly, in the French versions, Gaheriet, Guerrehet (and Agravain) were all armed:

The king commanded Agravain to take forty knights and go to guard the field in which the fire was lit, so that, if Lancelot came there, he would be able to do nothing. Agravain asked, “Sir, do you want me to go?” “Yes,” replied the king. “Then command my brother Gaheriet to come with us.” The king ordered him to do so, but he said [123] he would not. However, the king threatened him until he agreed to go. Then he and all the others went to arm themselves. When they had done so and had left the city, they saw that there were a good eighty of them.

Later, the narrative mentions how Lancelot and Bors easily pierced Agravain and Guerrehet's armors. In response Gaheriet draws his sword and kills a knight while Ector knocked off Gaheriet's helmet while he was in the fighting.

In SMZ, for some reason I can't fathom yet (its the language), Gaheris and Gareth went into Guinevere's burning completely unarmed, which of course, has the effect of making Lancelot look completely deranged to the reader when he kills them (and everyone else) indiscriminantly and single-handedly.

There's, like, a huuuge world of difference in tone and context between Stanzaic and the Vulgate.

Looking down, Shulk couldn’t help but notice that the streets were different here. The path he was walking on seemed to be one continuous line of grey stone, as if it had been poured into place and not set with actual sheets of rock. So even things like the roads were different in this city...

Not looking at all where he was going, Shulk let out a startled noise as something - no, someone - bumped into his chest.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt?”

Looking more closely at the shorter person in front of him, he saw light eyes and blonde hair strikingly similar to his own but with... ears? No, longer black tufts that gave the appearance of ears.

After recovering from his initial shock, he reaches back to touch the handle of the wooden sword slung over his back - a habit to make sure it hadn’t been dislodged - then addresses the stranger with a friendly, if awkward smile.

“I know this comes on the heels of a rude introduction, but would you mind telling me where I am? I just arrived in this city and I don’t know my way around yet. Oh! My name is Shulk, by the way.”