That night Sir Launcelot spoke to the others and told what he had
heard. Great was his rage, which he had curbed so well when in the
presence of the other.

"I would," Merlin spoke in great gloom, "that we were well out of
this."

"We can be well out of it when the youth and girl are also safely
out," Sir Galahad replied and there was a stern look in his eye.
"Tomorrow we shall find the dungeon place. Then will we act quickly.
But also we must see to it that this false knight receives his just
deserts. Is it not so, Launcelot?"

"Tomorrow, it shall be," the other replied. "And I myself, shall deal
with this Sir Dolphus, for I have had to listen to his foulness
without demur."

So they planned. And the next day, Sir Galahad professed a great
desire to see the whole of the castle. And so was shown in due course
the great dungeon and saw there, the weak and spent lad, Ambrose.

That night, Sir Dolphus and Sir Launcelot went by themselves to the
chamber of the former to make merry. And there, Sir Dolphus who
counted the other's sympathy as beyond doubt, told more of his knavish
plots. Until the listener sick with listening turned to him in the
quiet and secrecy of the great chamber and said in stern tones.

"Sir Dolphus, I would advise you to pray now. For you die in three
minutes!"