Gawaine completely bungled the search for Launcelot, but Elaine finds him easily! She has the advantage of a) knowing her brother, Sir Lavaine, and b) turning a corner and there Lavaine is, exercising his horse in a field!
Elaine flags down Lavaine and demands to be taken to Launcelot, and Lavaine caves immediately. “How did you know he’s Sir Launcelot? I mean, he isn’t Sir Launcelot. I mean…”
Elaine explains that Gawaine identified Launcelot by the shield that Launcelot left her as a token of his love, or possibly just because he didn’t need it any more.
So Lavaine takes Elaine to Sir Baudwin’s hermitage, and up to Launcelot’s bed where he’s convalescing. Elaine throws her arms around Launcelot, to cover him with kisses, and Launcelot demands to know how Elaine found him. Elaine relates the Gawaine story again, and when she finishes Launcelot lies back and groans. Gawaine, that big-mouth, is going to tell Guenever, he thinks. Probably she already knows.
“When Bors gets here,” he begins, but Elaine interrupts him.
“Who? Who’s coming? How do you know he’s coming?”
“The queen will send my cousin Bors to find me, and he’s in the top three on the knightly rankings, so he’ll be here. Anyway he stabbed me, so he’ll come to apologize for that, knowing him. Looks like me, but he has a cut here on his forehead.” Launcelot gestures to where he sliced Bors up back during the joust in chapter 10.
Anyway, yes, Bors gets there a little while after Elaine declares herself to be Nurse Elaine, Head Nurse in Charge of Tending to Launcelot. Lavaine meets Bors and escorts him up to Launcelot.
“Dang, man,” Bors says to Launcelot. “You look awful.” And it’s true! Launcelot is pale and discoloured, such that Bors breaks down weeping to see him brought so low.
Bors apologizes for being a jerk and wounding Launcelot during the joust.
Launcelot apologizes for going incognito and fighting on the other side. “It’s a dick move, I know,” he says. “Me and my pride.”
Bors leans in and lowers his voice. “Listen, you remember how Guenever tends to fly into a rage whenever she hears about you sleeping with women named Elaine?”
Launcelot nods. “Then is the queen wroth, and therefore am I right heavy, for I deserved no wrath, for all that I did was because I would not be known. I never would have slept with Elaine if I thought anybody was ever going to find out about it!”
“I know, I know.” Bors sighs. “Still,” he says, perking up, “now you’ve got this hot young thing Elaine waiting on you hand and foot. That’s pretty good, am I right?”
“Enh.” Launcelot is not particularly into Elaine; he’s more into the icy mercurial kind of woman than the overeager aggressive kind.
Bors realizes that odds are good Elaine is going to die of grief, like Elaine before her, but says nothing more about it. And so within three days or four Sir Launcelot recovers, until he’s big and strong again.