Arthur kept the crown, and made each jewel set in it the object of a brilliant pageant when the prophecy had been fulfilled.
"And Arthur came, and laboring up the pass, All in a misty moonshine, unawares Had trodden that crown'd skeleton, and the skull Brake from the nape, and from the skull the crown Roll'd into light, and turning on its rims Fled like a glittering rivulet to the tarn.
And down the shingly scaur he plunged, and caught, And set it on his head, and in his heart Heard murmurs,--'Lo! thou likewise shalt be King.'" TENNYSON, _Lancelot and Elaine_.
[Sidenote: Lancelot's prowess.] Lancelot had been present at every one of these knightly games, and had easily borne away the prize, for his very name was almost enough to secure him the victory.

When the time for the last tournament came, he pretended to take no interest in it; but, riding off to Astolat (Guildford), he asked Elaine, the fair maiden who dwelt there, to guard his blazoned shield and give him another in exchange.
This fair lady, who had fallen in love with Lancelot at first sight, immediately complied with his request, and even timidly suggested that he should wear her colors in the coming fray.

Lancelot had never worn any favors except Guinevere's, but thinking that it would help to conceal his identity, he accepted the crimson, pearl-embroidered sleeve she offered, and fastened it to his helmet in the usual way.
"'Lady, thy sleeve thou shalt off-shear, I wol it take for the love of thee; So did I never no lady's ere [before] But one, that most hath loved me.'" ELLIS, _Lancelot du Lac_.
Thus effectually disguised, and accompanied by Sir Lawaine, Elaine's brother, Lancelot rode on to the tournament, where, still unknown, he unhorsed every knight and won the prize.

His last encounter, however, nearly proved fatal, for in it he received a grievous wound.

As he felt faint, and was afraid to be recognized, Lancelot did not wait to claim the prize, but rode immediately out of the town.