A glove to carry
. . . in that tournament he made the yard his own, standing his ground with a white shield, and wielding his sword so wonderfully that no one could stand against him. The Queen laughed to see Sir Bors beaten by Lancelot, how the boy banged him about the brow, then gave him a helping hand to heave him to his feet. She liked the boy so much she gave him a glove to carry . . .